I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.