Imagine a future where we won't be living in the past. I'd be flipping birds like a chicken breast on a spatula.

My heart is a colored pencil but my brain is an eraser

I don't believe in Hell, but I believe in my parents' couch.

We’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls. My mother is an 8 year old girl. My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed. And that’s the glue between me and you. That’s the screws and nails. We live in a house made of each other and if that sounds strange that’s because it is.

I can't tell if I'm a good person or I'm faking really well

I'm not Jesus Christ but I can turn water into Kool-Aid.

Imagine a future where we won't be living in the past. I'd be flipping birds like a chicken breast on a spatula.