Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.