Good enough is good enough. Perfect will make you a big fat mess every time.

Forget love. Try good manners.

I now know that things I always thought I could depend on can crash in an instant. Because of the love that I have been shown, I now know what it means to be 'beloved.' I now know that no breath is to be taken for granted.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.