March 12, 2013
Looking at a picture of Bella, my deceased Dad’s dog. My past husband is the photographer, sharing my concerns for her well-being. She looks forlorn, as if to say, “What’s going to happen? "Is this my home?" and "Who will abandon me next?” Of course, these are my thoughts projected onto her. The truth is that life fucking sucks sometimes. Nothing you can do about it. Just breathe and cope, breathe and cope and tell the truth. Say what you feel. Be your authentic self. Remember, no one promised you a rose garden. I like that phrase.