You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

they danced as though they'd been waiting all their lives for each song.

Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

And sometimes we cling because the memory is so painful that we can't stop visiting it and hoping to make it come out differently. The risk of letting go is that we have to confront our own selves and our own possibilities.

It is a wonderful, moving, heart-filling experience to sit with the man or woman you love and your beloved children and know that all are happy to be just where they are with each other and loving one another. This doesnt happen very often.

My writing process, such as it is, consists of a lot of noodling, procrastinating, dawdling, and avoiding.