friendship is love made bearable.
No one remembers her beginnings. Mothers and aunts tell us about infancy and early childhood, hoping we won't forget the past when they had total control over our lives and secretly praying that because of it, we'll include them in our future.
Love is the wild card of existence.
Divorce is the one human tragedy that reduces everything to cash.
I think of birth as the search for a larger apartment.
Youth moves out, leaving no forwarding address. No matter how you try, you can't reach that person again or that place.