It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

The terrorists-those nineteen people, with hundreds or maybe thousands behind them-did the worst thing you can possibly imagine. But tens of millions people did the right thing...On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring.

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

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.