Seeing With Soft Eyes

I see her decision to go out with friends, to lunch with a male work acquaintance, to knit, to sleep with her back to me as meaningful, as a statement about me.

Travel, Schmavel

Me, I will admit without hesitation: I don’t like to travel. 

Whatever Works For You

How, alas, does one excavate oneself from such careening thoughts in which truth is temporary, suspect, and often useless?