Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.

Surely a good therapist should produce a Dorian Gray-style portrait from under the couch so the patient can see the person they really are.

And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.

A selfish person can still love someone else, can't they? Even when they've hurt them and let them down.

Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . .