Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.
Sometimes, when you are not getting the love you want, giving makes you think you will.
For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.
Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?
What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?
Nobody's favorite movie is some dark, dysfunctional slasher story. Everybody's favorite song is a sentimental song. So why all of a sudden is it bad to be sentimental in books?