I try to recognize that there is no such thing as having it all - and it's impossible to be perfect. You just have to let certain things go.

Sweetened ice tea is one of the things I love about the South, right up there with homemade biscuits and cheese grits.

Recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void.

No matter what the circumstances. I am more like most men in this regard. No second chances. It's not so much about morality, but about my inability to forgive. I'm a champion grudge holder, and I don't think I could change this about myself even if I wanted to.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

ONE MORE CHNCE. Words that my mother heard, more than once. Words that women debate. Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust. I think of all the judgment from society, friends, and family, the overwhelming consensus seeming to be that you should not grant someone who betrayed you a second chance. That you should do everything you can to keep the knife out of your back, and to protect your heart and pride. Cowards give second chances. Fools give second chances. And I am no coward, no fool.