Here's pepper in your eye.

It's a good thing I have so many things pressing on me. Or I might not do anything at all. Particularly when I am cast into this shade of funk. When everything you hold up to the mirror flashes back its bleak reflection. And physical frailties allow that dangerous excuse for self-pity.

When I was a teenage girl, there was one night when everyone in my family was away. I had the house to myself for the first time...ever, I think. And I felt this great temptation to scream at the top of my lungs for as long as I could sustain the sound. But instead, I sat in the silence, measuring my failure.

I live alone now. And I can scream anytime I want to. But I never do.