Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live.

I stand, walk over to him, sit down on his bed, put my arms around him, hug him. He hugs me back strong and I can feel the shame coming through his arms. I am a Criminal and he is a Judge and I am white and he is black, but at this moment none of that matters. He is a man who needs a friends and I can be his friend.

We know have the power of God in many ways: the atomic bomb, the ability to create life in a test tube, cloning, artificial intelligence.

She feels and she cries. It is to be admired.

Lying became part of my life. I lied if I needed to lie to get something or get out of something

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I often think of death. True. Suicide is a reasonable option. True. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I leave it blank.