I see people whose spirits are not broken, who continue to work for justice. That makes me feel alive, when I witness their work, and then I witness some of their dreams come to fruition.

You set up your place in my thoughts, moved in and made my thinking crowded.

I'm a little bit antisocial and I recently discovered that I'm introverted. But the love between people makes me alive.

What was once your pain, will be your home.

I pray as part of my mindfulness practice and try to recount my day, all my triumphs and foibles, before I go to sleep at night. These practices keep me calm for the most part.

We're bombarded with media reports, with social media, with anyone with an opinion.

I had a sister who died and my mother passed away. I know that grief comes in waves. When deep grief hits, I know that it hurts like hell, and then you get a little bit of a respite, and then it comes back, and it hurts like hell. I know it can be survived.