In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.

I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.

You have to choose the voice you are going to trust. You can't listen to everyone.

Ironically, now that my children are older and gone quite a bit, I find it harder to work when they're not around. Too much free time!

Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.