There is something vulnerable about showing your tattoos to people, even while it gives you a feeling that you are wearing a sleeve when you are naked.

Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.

Every time I start feeling sexy I trip.

I can never be who I was. I can simply watch her with sympathy, understanding, and some measure of awe. There she goes, backpack on, headed for the subway or the airport. She did her best with her eyeliner. She learned a new word she wants to try out on you. She is ambling along. She is looking for it.

I should do the things that make me feel cool and smart. As I get older, I'm realizing more and more that it doesn't really matter if I'm good at it, it just matters that I try. My own effort, my own willingness, are becoming what's appealing to me.

I'm not great at dating, but I need to do it to relax.

You should always go where there is a 'you-shaped' hole in the world.