Goodness is not always measured by longevity.

You live your life assuming safety. Then, one day, you stop assuming.

We try. We try so hard.

Everything changes when the person you cannot stand becomes the person you cannot stand to lose.

How do we enter into a space with the intention to give but leave the Savior mentality behind?

Truth requires it.

I was telling a friend about how one of the moms I know was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. “Was it the axe?” she asked.

Sometimes sorrow slips out silently...

It’s not an excuse; it’s permission.

There is no guarantee of success just by trying.

I opened my eyes to look at what I was told should never be.

Que explosion.

The majority will shatter and the strongest tradition may be change, but there are things that, even still, remain.

We give what we do not own, say forever when we cannot guarantee it, mean the best and do barely enough.

I remember it now as the wish of someone who somehow knew before experience, it is not the beauty that fades but the beholder that forgets.

There is a fullness required in living; an admission of every experience.

The voice of two worlds.

There is no set pace, no heartbeat, no rhythm. Every act is a gasp for air.

“How brave are you?"

...aren’t they dangerous? Maybe. But aren’t you?