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.

Loss of respect for truth leads to remorseless liar’s excuses
Change sometimes happens slowly, not in the grand leap that we want
In other news, donations keep pouring in to feed the monkeys
Don’t personalize: The system is the issue, not Obama or any individual
Genuine love is always extreme — and it rarely makes any sense
EU says it might block people from getting their own money from banks
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love