Divinely Crafty

I just want the wine.

Actually, what I want is to run for the hills and hide for a few days. But since I can’t do that, I will settle for a nice full-bodied red.

If I had a uterus, I would be bleeding now. But I don’t, so more than ever before, it is all in my head. I know it isn’t true but it sure seems like it. I can’t look down to my pants and see that comforting spot of red that tells me to hold on, this will pass. My daughters are bleeding. They see the start and can look forward to the end. I should be bleeding. But instead I just cry.