Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

Life is never easy for those who dream.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.