Abstracts are real and time is a lie, it cannot be measured when one moment can expand to hold everything.

If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.

Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.

I have wanted you to see out of my eyes so many times.

She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

The truth is, aging can be your realest opportunity to decide how best to live - and the best incentive for getting you to do just that.

Outside, the rain sometimes comes down so hard, we have to talk louder, and it feels like a miracle that the roof holds. It makes for a coziness and a gratefulness, too, that you have the choice to not be out in it. You can sit at the table and look out the window and not have to feel what you see.