Take this squirrel, for instance. Ulysses. Do I believe he can type poetry? Sure, I do believe it. There is much more beauty in the world if I believe such a thing is possible.

The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

As Elmore Leonard says, I write to find out what happens.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.

We appreciate the complicated and wonderful gifts you give us in each other. And we appreciate the task you put down before us, of loving each other the best we can, even as you love us.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too.