When I came home from the hospital last Tuesday — after spending four days surrounded by the noise of people and beeping machines — all I wanted was to be left alone.
A couple of friends brought me home — she drove me and he drove the car I’d taken to the emergency room — and they were generous in their sincere efforts to do anything I needed done. They offered to go get food for me and take care of anything else I needed.
I appreciated all they wanted to do, but all I wanted was for them to leave. I wanted peace and quiet. I wanted to be alone.

Ron Paul isn’t a racist, but the old newsletters need a credible response
Why do I suffer deep alienation when I fear I’m misunderstood?
Nature made me like my mother, but my father tried to erase that
Goodbye, Emily (2009-2015)
We’ve welcomed visitors from 57 countries and 48 U.S. states so far
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
It’s a very old cliche, but it’s true: Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
How could a stranger at sunset possibly know what I had to say?
I’d forgotten what I said about her necklace, but she hadn’t forgotten