Long marriages have ended in ruin over tiny and insignificant grievances that were never properly aired and instead grew into a brittle barnacle of hatred.

I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it.

Any damage that's been done, you have to fix yourself because it needs fixing and there is nobody else to do the work. Blame may well be justified, but it's not going to move you forward in your life.

He's a really nice guy, if only I weren't me.

Writing has enriched my life in ways I never imaged.

I came to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren’t alone. Maybe God was simply that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not.