Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

Real love shouldn't be disposable.

Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.

One Time, One Day between Davie and Roberta , I asked my mom why she persisted, kept on having baby after baby, She looked at me, at a spot between my eyes, blinking like I had suddenly fallen crazy. She paused before answering as if to confide would legitimize my fears. She drew a deep breath, leaned against the chair. I touched her hand and I thought she might cry. Instead she put baby Davie in my arms Pattyn, she said, it's a woman's role. I decided if it was my role, I'd rather disappear.

They think old people are lame. But they're not. They're awesome, & I know exactly why I think so. It's because they've lived entire lifetimes. Loved. Laughed. Surrendered. Stumbled. Weathered, beaten, still they don't crumble, not even as they inch toward death.

Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.

A Problem Is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist.