Religion was supposed to be a blanket drawn up to your chin to keep you warm, a promise that when it came to the end, you wouldn't die alone - but it could just as easily leave you shivering out in the cold, if WHAT you believed became more important than the fact THAT you believed.

Write a living will. And become an organ donor!

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?