…it feels like to be in my shoes today is like my comments on these posts–for some strange reason (I don’t know if this is new or just that I’ve never paid attention before) there is a question mark above my name. It is reminiscent of my state of mind today and I think it suits my questioning persona these past few days as I struggle with my own sense of identity as friend, mother, student, barber, lover and writer. Why do we flounder in some roles and excel at others?
There is a question mark above my head. I hope it stays.
manageable imaginations 
So that’s where my question mark went!
Ha! Now I’ve noticed the comment box has moved it, and it appears that I’m trailing it, a lengthy piece of toilet paper flowing out of bottom of my skirt.