The thing about having something hidden in your past is that you spend every minute of the future building a wall that makes the monster harder to see. You convince yourself that the wall is sturdy an...
I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live
I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you...
I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.
Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you - but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the...
Do you ever go back?Ruthann nods, When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.
His grandmother had taught him that there was no such thing as coincidence. There are millions of people in this world, she had told him, and the spirits will see that most of them, you never have to...
The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it ... some stories just don't have a happy ending.
Your mama finds you like that, she's going to pitch a fit. The only way she'd find out is if you told her I'd come out here with you, and then she'd be too angry at you to yell at me. Guess we're part...
You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.
You can believe, for example, that a dead-end job is a career. You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close eno...
No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.
My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.
Is his work vengeance? Or Justice? There is the finest line between the two and when i try to focus on it, it becomes less and less clear.
In psychoanalytical theory there is a phenomenon called transference. The therapist becomes a blank screen, onto which the patient projects some incident or feeling that began in childhood... it would...
Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It...
Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me i...
I used to sit in front of my father's Jag, watching the raindrops run their kamikaze suicide missions from one edge of the windshield to the wiper blade.
My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
True love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.