Deborah Lipp

Last night I was at a volunteer meeting and I ran into a woman, a former student, whom I had not seen in seventeen years. We didn’t recognize each other at first. Seventeen years!

A few weeks ago, an ex-boyfriend from nine years ago ran into me on the Internet and used the opportunity to write a lovely apology to me for the way he had treated me. Which was badly, by the way.

Everything is a circle. Nothing in my life gives evidence of a linear universe; everything turns around and comes back again, sooner or later. And that is a great comfort to me. Weird, but a great comfort.