She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.
We are now as I wished we could be then.
I realized during my time as a chaplain that I didn't want to be a minister.
Barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.
If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.
Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.