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.

Goodbye, Amelia (2000-2013)
Eviction leaves me sifting through collateral damage of a broken life
What’s the point of a secret crush if heart isn’t ready to accept love?
Wishful thinking: Why Ron Paul can’t (and won’t) be elected president
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
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Shallow thinking and arrogance led to ruin of once-great society
Does change really come quickly? Or do we finally accept the truth?
‘Do you want to sell sugar water … or do you want to change the world?’