Ever stayed up till midnight worrying?
Maybe more often when I was a wee babe agoogaing in a hotel room off somewhere. Too old to worry about meself so much--i’ve been through worse things than arthritis and writer’s block--but state of the world’s got me thinking this and that now and again. But I’ve faith in our ability as people. Just keep fightin the good fight. I’ve got a bit of scream in my throat left yet.















