Writing isn't about the destination-writing is the journey that transforms the soul and gives meaning to all else.

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.

Sometimes I claim I write because I put in an application at Sears and they've never called back.

God save us from the people who want to do what's best for us.

grief is an illness I can't recover from.

You can't make anyone love you and you can't stop anyone from dying.

Emotion doesn't travel in a straight line. Like water, our feelings trickle down through cracks and crevices, seeking out the little pockets of neediness and neglect, the hairline fractures in our character usually hidden from public view.