If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching.
I love silence. I seek and create it at every opportunity. I need it to work.
Her purse was a weight, ballast; it tethered her to the earth as her mind floated away.
I was raised by my parents to believe that you had a moral obligation to try and help save the world.
Write as if your parents are dead.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.