A wild ride
"I’d like to say I was defying [Martha’s] gravity just as often as feeling its snare ..but my efforts were more likely spent clinging on with white knuckles to not be dislodged. 15 years later I see Martha on a blog and feel transported. After 2 hours of mainlining the blog ..my pupils just slightly smaller than dimes ..my mind a blast crater ..I feel I have to go to California.”
Where a relationship lives
“..I grasped, all at once, why I was married [to Matthew]. We often sat together in a place of deliberation, where the temperature was cool and the atmosphere clear. In the past I’d thought it was a weakness, a failure of ardor. Now I see it was actually the ark where we survive .. ”
