I have turned down many opportunities with good people in my life. I cry about it more and more. I wish I could do what a good psychiatrist said. “Don’t think about the past and turn off your TV at 10:00.”

Our neighbors when I was a child were black. The only blacks in a white suburban town. Nobody but us would speak to them, but we were the worst for them. My family was Liberal with skeletons in the closet if not blood.

I’m still in denial about my suicidal tendencies. I feel deeply for people who have tried it. I avoid my friends who are in denial. I fall short of helping a suicidal friend who refuses professional help. I’m afraid of having a suicide pact with them.

I identify with women victims of men’s violence no matter how severe.
I should have said to Sixto “You belong in prison.”