aloof, adj. It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: “What are you thinking?” It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.