You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.

You raze the old to raise the new.

That's exactly why nature always trumps gardens. Gardens are just reality pruned of chaos. What doesn't work you rip out.

I wondered about her chicken-and-egg relationship with Dad. Which came first? Her helplessness or his controlling?

That's when it struck me: how gorgeous we all were, even with cellulite (saw a lot of that) and stretch marks, scars and tattoos. Let me just say this, not single body was perfect, not even the fittest of women there.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.

Inertia is so easy—don't fix what's not broken. Leave well enough alone. So we end up accepting what is broken, mistaking complaining for action, procrastinating for deliberation.