I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.

Read, Read, and then Read some more. Always Read. Find the voices that speak most to YOU. This is your pleasure and blessing, as well as responsibility!

I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body.

For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of mortar, when it was still a dream to be built and people moved there, believing, and someone with sky and birds in his heart said this would be a good place for a park.

This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.