On Sunday, something washed up on shore.
There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.
I never felt I was incapable of succeeding because I felt confident I could always learn what I needed to know.
The human heart was such a complex organ, fragile and sturdy all at once.
Kids aren't supposed to have to figure out how to be happy. They just are.
Insults sting but a little when they stem from a man's ignorance.