Play It as It Lays

by Joan Didion

From my mother I inherited my looks and a tendency to migraine. From my father I inherited an optimism which did not leave me until recently.

try to live in the now and keep my eye on the hummingbird. I see no one I used to know, but then I’m not just crazy about a lot of people. I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?