I was never a lonely child who sat looking at the rain sliding down the window.

The traditional writer is a sensitive only child, asthmatic, who sits on the window seat watching the drops of rain slide down the pane, very introspective. I'm not inward-looking. I would never go to a shrink. I don't want to know what I'm thinking. I don't really like discussions in my family. It may be an avoidance thing.

I like missing someone and being missed; I like looking forward to seeing him again. I like getting emails and texts with lots of xxx's.

But when I wasn't working, I was usually at a window looking down at Earth.

One sees more and more people who are miserable and demented and you feel it would be both kind and wise to leave them a few pills.

I have never coasted down a hill of frozen rain.