”which isn’t nice…”—he sounds like a toddler imitating the speech of other people, fearfully. There is something so petty, covert, childish, and sly about Trump’s insults. They come from behind a screen of words, and he sometimes takes them back or quibbles with them in the middle of hurling them.

So what you are saying is that the best we can hope for is that Marge wakes up and realizes she is in a Twilight Zone episode and that even as she struggles to live some kind of meaningful life with human relationships she is dragged ineluctably backwards by her Trumpian narcissism and malice?

Thank you so much for having the courage to put your poem up here. I sincerely admire it! Really powerful.

I am doing fine. It was an interesting experience for me and my patients as it gave them the chance to give me a gift—the gift of letting me know they would be fine. Its such a tender gift you gave your therapist in seeing them so long. I hope you know how much you meant to your therapist!

You need an ID to buy scissors??

Actually experience a lot of anxiety and loss until I know they are ok—this is especially true of a few patients who came to me via phone, have never allowed the use of zoom, and therefore we are just voices to each other. There is such intimacy in these sessions. An abrupt end is a terrible thing.

I did not mean to make your post all about me and succession plans. Really what I was thinking is that I, too, dread the phone call from someone telling me that my patient has died. I really treasure each and every one of my patients and the hours we spend together and if/when a patient no shows I

Wah Wah.