My sister recommended the book, The Sociopath Next Door by Martha Stout. She’s reading it because she thinks it might explain her ex-husband, with whom she’s involved in a horrendous custody battle.

I know it’s an icky little topic and it might make you uncomfortable but I’m on my period, and I don’t care. I’ve decided that what’s missing in our society is a menstrual hut. They have them in places like Zaire, West Africa, Mali, Hawaii. Native American Indians had them. Why not Maryland?

We have to euthanize our cat, Biko, today. (We named him for Steven Biko, the anti-Apartheid activist who is also in the Peter Gabriel song, Biko. It’s pronounced Bee-Ko.) Today would have been my mom’s birthday. So: a heavy day, for me. When Ella woke up this morning and grouched at me, I went into my closet [...]