It's no secret that I've been having trouble writing to you. As we all
know, those of us with GAD tend to over-think things. You're on my mind
a lot these days, as are: When will death happen?; Have I hurt my car's
and How many rat hairs were in the tofu I just ate?
Lately, I've been playing basketball. I know what you're thinking: that
little Jew? But yes, after all those years of being teased in gym class
and handsome Mr. Fitzgerald telling me I should just go on the swings
instead so I wouldn't cry, I'm out on the court, dribbling and shooting
like babies and cowboys.
Seems like I'm almost caught up with the rest of the world.
Thanks for your patience.
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Read SR's story, "Mom Blog."
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