My Dog's Name Was Sasha

Notebook, 1978, 1979

Self-portrait 1975

I’m reading old notebooks not intended for other people. Mostly they make me feel sad and self-critical because I used them to move painful and anxious thoughts out of my body onto the page. Did this serve any purpose for me as a person or a writer? I think not, but here the pages are.

Sometimes they contain anecdotes and reflections th…