The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.

I have faith that my life is in good hands. I honestly try to see how I can grow from uncomfortable circumstances.

No way construction of this tricky plan was built by other than a greater hand.

Begin my studies with the paper and this pencil and i'm working through the grammar of my fears.

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

Whenever I think about all the things I appreciate in life, I also think about my privileges, as well. Try to keep that all in balance. Gratitude for what I have, trying to be part of movements that make it easy for people who have it harder than they ever should have it.

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.