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In all of this I am pushing against the promise of what is possible. From the outside it looks like excellence. Inside, I am racing against emptiness. No one has any idea how lonely I am.

There wasn't room in my sadness for hers.

I had stopped watching for only that moment. I had missed saying good-bye.

I now know that Mama was dying; her death had been a project that she had been working on secretly. To acknowledge it meant that I would come to know her better.

I felt lonely in that way that stays with you even in the middle of a group.

It was the first I'd heard the word cancer. A slow panic grew inside me, like gallons of toxic tap water sloshing up and choking me.

Once a chill gets through you, down in your bones, no heating system in the world can shake it out.