I’m trying my best in one particular aspect of my life to remain restrained, classy, appropriate. I’m wondering on odd days just what the sense is. I am my mother’s daughter, a woman who makes few waves and often accepts things as they come to her. I’m also the woman she raised me to be, [...]

It’s odd, this. Unwavering yet intermittent. It comes, goes, grips at once like a flu and at another moment, unremarkable. Symptoms are scattered, inconsistent. There are patches of day in which the void is so whole, so pronounced, distinct, yet life happens just as it has, to do task lists tallied and Blockbuster DVDs returned. [...]