My world is morphing, undulating, squeezing through small places and squirming around corners. Nothing has come to pass that I believed in six months ago, nothing I wanted is even the same as what I want now. It’s amazing, the convictions that I’ve held, the wants and needs, and how easilly they slip through my fingers, forgotten.

I moved to California for the winter to write my book. Winter is over, my book is obsolete, and I’m looking for a place of my own in wine country.

But all that matters right now is my brother Sean and Jordana, and how abso-freaking wonderful they are, and how terrific this weekend will be, and how my minutes of self-absorbtion are far more easily controlled these days. I still have my moments, but I cannot wait for every single second of the next two days.

Yours in wonderland,

Michelle