There is one facet of my life that I don’t talk about here: my relationship with Mike. I do this in part because he asked me to, but also because there needs to be one room in the glass house that is impenetrable. It’s on days when that room seems dark that I have the hardest time writing. It seems like everything that I want to talk about is locked in that room and I’m hard pressed to care about writing about anything else.

It feels like the days right after Kristen’s stroke. My prewritten entries showed up like clockwork every morning, but they had nothing to do with what I was thinking or feeling anymore. Trying to write when I feel like that is even more difficult. All I can do is write about not being able to write.