I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

After having my baby I felt like I'd been introduced to my life, I slowed down, I paid more attention to simple things, I addressed a few issues in my own life, I even got married, I looked at what was important and what wasn't, and so I used that experience for inspiration.

She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.

Day-to-day things, the mundane, are what keeps the motor running. How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.

This love thing awakened a group of slumbering senses in my body that I never even knew existed.

sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.