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.

Pearl Harbor: Simple sneak attack or culmination of FDR’s plan for war?
How long will I keep finding toxic programming from my childhood?
The moon represents what I seek, but words are all I can offer now
Don’t personalize: The system is the issue, not Obama or any individual
Goodbye, Molly (2008-2021)
Memo to politicians: Coercion isn’t the same thing as ‘investment’