About Last Night
Lately when I sit down to write, I feel a compelling desire to ground myself. I write something that often begins like this: “It is 10:02 pm on Thursday night in Southern California. I am sitting at my desk, the house around me quiet…” I wonder why there is such a need within me right now to describe my “right now.” Perhaps it is because so much of life feels chaotic, slippery, at the moment. Putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, is a way of pausing, documenting