My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves.

I had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.

Can I convince the person about whom I'm crazy to be crazy about me? The short answer is no. The long answer is no.

But the reality is we often become our kindest, most ethical selves only by seeing what it feels like to be a selfish jackass first.

She tried to think of what to say to make it all better again, or at least the way it was before she'd made her confession, though she didn't regret having confessed. Perhaps that was what had been wrong with her all along. Now that the lie wasn't between them anymore, maybe she could love him again.

Trusting yourself means living out what you already know to be true.