Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
After years of buying clothes I intend to diet into, I'll say this: the skeleton in my closet has some really nice outfits.
A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.
There is a lesson we learn early and harmlessly, or late and traumatically - that there are things we can break that our parents can't fix.
Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.
You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.