My son is now fourteen, and from the moment he was born, I understood that forevermore my heart would be walking around outside my body.
Our minds have a tendency to wander. To duck and feint and keep us at a slight remove from the moment at hand.
Our pain is a part of who we authentically are.
I never feel so alive as when I'm writing and the work is going well.
You can start your day over anytime.
If I dismiss the ordinaryโwaiting for the special, the extreme, the extraordinary to happen - I may just miss my life.