What I think of blogs is just this: Some are beautifully written and many are not. But even blogs that aren't necessarily "well" written are great for the person writing them.

I was in advertising for years. That was cushy, you know? It's pretty cushy in a lot of ways, but I hated it.

Because I've lived in one room my entire life, working at the same table that you use to pay bills at and eat at. It's going to be nice to have actual space.

My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.

So we can be filled with holes and loss and wide expanses of unhealed geography - and we can also be excited by life and in love and content at the exact same moment.

You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break, and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies.

But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.