No one is ever quite as strong or as weak as you'd think.

Just that, is one of those uncommon moments, those times when you don't wish for something else, for even one thing to be different; when you have no other needs or worries, where your insides are calm, and everything you were ever restless about, anything that had ever given you angst, is quieted to stillness. No steel ball in your chest, no breathless fear. No blue numbness of nearly passing out, no nagging doubts of the backstage mind. All of that, forgotten. It is just rightness, so rare.

It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don't want to lose someone, even if they don't deserve our forgiveness.

Like all kids with divorced parents, I have an abundance of holidays.

Fate is a shape-shifter. It is the kindest and most generous entity imaginable, laying out more goodness than a person deserves, and then it shrinks and curls and forms into something grotesque. You think something is one thing, but then it´s another.

An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean.

Blessed books—they’re a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.