Ah, gym class. Remember it? Institutionally sanctioned torture for society’s misfits.
I love the way Beck loves. If everyone loved like she did, the world would be a better place.
When we put on clothes, we’re telling ourselves something, and we’re communicating that something to every person we meet.
What had amazed him, what amazed him still, even after all these years, was how quickly he’d stepped out of himself. He’d slipped off every convention and moral that had defined him, a great cowl that...
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...
Wasn’t there some belief about how if you drop a frog into boiling water, it will jump right out? But if you put it in cold water and turn up the heat gradually, it will allow itself to slowly cook to...
Somehow I escaped punishment in that life, and so now, lifetimes later, a very special kind of hell is being rained down on me, the full rage of karmic justice.
Shock is the stepsister of denial. It cushions the blow to your psyche when really fucked up things happen.
Or she could listen to that other voice, the voice that wasn’t a voice but something so deep, so indivisible from her own consciousness that it didn’t have sound.
Life is an impossible twist of choice and circumstance. One rarely exists without the other.
I was about to leave when my flashlight caught something. A bright white envelope tacked on the board among the yellowed and faded detritus. It had my name on it in the child’s printed hand, which was...
I think we draw people into our lives. It’s as though we broadcast our deepest needs, and certain people hear the signal somewhere in their own subconscious and heed the call. For better or worse, we...
I started thinking about how to draw her, how I’d capture all the things I saw in just those few moments that our lives intersected. Faces are so hard because they are more than lines and shadows. The...
Every couple starts off loving each other, don't they? It's how a relationship ends that really defines its nature.
Dysfunction isn’t a choice, it’s a disease.
But there was something more true, more solid about loving someone through change.
As parents, we must accept that our children are who they are. We can’t make them into something we want, or be disappointed in them because they don’t meet our artificial expectations.
It was the dawn of a new day that Birdie prized. It was God's little reminder that no matter how dark the night, the sun always rises.
Parenthood wasn’t about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else’s. When you loved your kids, you’d give up e...
My dad and I were in the kitchen, bent over the table while he tried to help me with my trigonometry homework—which, PS, addled my brain and has yet in life to reveal its practical application.