We are all #humans and we all make #mistakes. We #hurt people even if we don't want to.

With children the clock is reset. We forget what came before

That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

A bicultural upbringing is a rich but imperfect thing

A lot of my upbringing was about denying or fretting or evading.

The most compelling narrative, expressed in sentences with which I have no chemical reaction, or an adverse one, leaves me cold.