[1]If I’m in a fragile state, even a trip to the grocery store can be a minefield. Just last week, with the following items in my basket: a couple of apples, one chicken breast, a box of LU Pims orange cookies [2], and 4 bags of cat treats, I was sure that the man behind me was thinking, here’s a woman who spends her weekends, ALONE. A single friend who is braver than me, shopped defiantly at the market on Thanksgiving and bought herself a yam and a lone turkey leg. But this week, I don’t care what others think, because this week, I’m planning my trip to Rome.
Image: Apples, 1949, by Ellsworth Kelly