I have intense feelings and I don’t have any choice but to share them. That’s just the way I’m wired. I love powerfully. I hurt deeply. I experience joy with open exuberance.
I don’t hide my feelings well. If you’re paying any attention at all, you know where you stand with me, because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
But there are times — very rare times — when everything feels numb. When that happens, it means that some part of me — maybe a little part or maybe a big part — has finally died after an extended period of intense pain. It happens without warning, although it’s always predictable in retrospect.
I went numb today. It feels like walking in a driving rainstorm without an umbrella — and not caring what anybody else thinks.

No matter how admired you are, your work won’t make you special
There’s little unity to be found in our supposedly United States
‘Cash for clunkers’ was an even bigger clunker than we first realized
Loving a depressed person means holding tightly on trips through hell
Briefly: Comic perfectly captured what I wrote about this weekend
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
Heinlein: It’s not just ‘bad luck’ when creative minority is hated
I want the culture to value smart women more than ‘hot’ women