Sometimes I'm happy when he's gone, but I'm always happy when he returns. -Clare

I still feel like a castaway, th elast of a once numerous species. It was as though Robinson Crusoe discovered the telltale footprint on the beach and then realized that it was his own. Myself, small as a leaf, thin as water, begins to cry.

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.

That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days.

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.

that's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws