How can you desire someone who hurts you? How can you miss him so much your body aches? Maybe not him, the man he actually was, but the man I thought he was. We cling to our ideas of people, don’t we?...
You didn't wind up on a pole without a lot of help from your family.
Grief is not linear. It’s not a slow progression forward toward healing, it’s a zigzag, a terrible back-and-forth from devastated to okay until finally there are more okay patches and fewer devastated...
When our actions and choices are based on fear and denial ... Well, nothing good can come of that. Ever.
In that moment,feeling my isolation in a way I never had before, I thought about calling her. But I didn't want to hear the fear and disappointment in her voice. I didn't want to to deal with her expe...
In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.
Is the prey complicit in its own demise? Are we not seduced in some small way by the beauty, the grace, even the dangerous soul of the predator?
We hate our parents for having their own lives, don’t we, for making decisions for themselves that don’t seem to take us into account. They’re not people, not really. They’re parents; how dare they li...
It’s all these choices that we could have made, the things we might have done. We see them with perfect clarity only long after the moment has passed. Just thirty seconds either way, and I wouldn’t ha...
Let’s love our girls well and protect their spirits, Introduce them to their own strength and power, and Keep them as bright and beautiful as the day they were born.
We are changed by the things we experience. The big things, the small things have their impact and can’t be undone. To judge those experiences, to hate the things that have happened to us is to hate w...
Where I train we smack our palms and knuckles against cinderblocks. This action creates tiny fissures in the bones. When those fissures heal, the bone is stronger. I can put the blade of my palm throu...
People who kill themselves generally suffer from severe clinical depression, I said. Their reasons for choosing suicide are not always rational. It’s often a chemical imbalance that leads them to the...
She could push inside or walk away. She could force a conversation, which might turn into a fight. Or just let him come to her when he was ready. She hesitated a moment, conflicted. Then she opted for...
She did love him, in that way that teenage girls love, like a lemming. Which is not love, of course.
Something about her called away a piece of him, and it floated through the air and she breathed it in, and it was forever lost to her.
But that’s the thing about mental illness; there’s no such thing as a cookie-cutter diagnosis. We’re all crazy in our own special way. Some of us just have it worse than others.
Everyone always talks about how well mothers know their children. No one ever seems to notice how well children know their mothers.
I feel that familiar niggle of not wanting to disappoint anyone, ever, for any reason. Another female quirk, isn’t it? Always be polite, meet expectations, smile when you don’t want to, cry instead of...
It was so much simpler to see other people's wrongs and make them pay. It was so much harder to have compassion, to see yourself in others and find forgiveness.
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