We all know sugar is terrible for us — sugar is The New White Devil — and yet we can’t seem to escape its granular grasp. We live in a sugary circle of feeling low, boosting our blood sugar with sugar and then crashing again. How can we escape this treacherous roundabout?
by Louise O’Brien
I want to get over you. But it’s not working out that way. I have no delusions about who you really are, but my heart does. My heart has plenty of delusions left. She still believes you are coming back. She still waits for the phone to ring in the middle of the night, for the letters that never come. She’s still waiting for you to realize that life without her must be as empty as she is without you. You’re still inside her. She hasn’t been able to shake that.
The Initial Encounter
I barely noticed you. You were flapping around the party, trying to get people to pay attention to you. You’d already spoken to me three times. I was having a hard time remembering your name as you approached me for the fourth time. I plastered a smile of greeting on my face and searched my brain for a memory of something you’d said in the last couple of hours.
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