I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

Do you know when you cross against traffic? You look down the street and see a car coming, but you know you can get across before it gets to you. So even though there’s a DON’T WALK sign, you cross anyway. And there’s always a split second when you turn and see that car coming, and you know that if you don’t continue moving, it will all be over. That’s how I feel a lot of the time. I know I’ll make it across. I always make it across. But the car is always there, and I always stop to watch it coming.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

What I learned The well-documented difference Between alone and lonely The comfort of knowing

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote "Dear Sofia" or "Dear Boomer" or "Dear Lily's Great-Aunt" at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote "Dear Lily," was that just a version of "Dear Myself"? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too