The human condition is imperfection. And that's how it's supposed to be.
Maybe the past is supposed to fade-and that's actually a kindness of human memory.
People are always beautiful when you love them.
If you feel lucky, then you are.
You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.
The best things about womanhood might possibly even be the conversations. The chatting. The gabbing. The whispering. The hands-on-hips eye-rolling. The yukking-it up.