It doesn't matter if I'm off the beat. It doesn't matter if I'm snapping to the rhythm. It doesn't matter if I look like a complete goon when I dance. It is my dance. It is my moment. It is mine. And dance I will. Try and stop me. You'll probably get kicked in the face.

The most difficult part of dating as a single parent is deciding how much risk your own child's heart is worth.

Share your weaknesses. Share your hard moments. Share your real side. It'll either scare away every fake person in your life or it will inspire them to finally let go of that mirage called "perfection," which will open the doors to the most important relationships you'll ever be a part of.

I have long ago accepted that I am a little crazy and a little weird. It wasn't that exciting a revelation though. Turns out everyone is.

A lot of people don't like me. I take that as evidence that I have done something beautifully different or something extraordinary.

I'm not going to miss 95% of life to weigh 5% less.

It has everything to do with being a good human being. A good person. A good friend.