My sadness is beautiful. It infuses everything I do. It is at the core of my identity and always has been, just as happiness is in some people. I refuse to be told that it's a flaw. I will not mute it...
St. Andrews provided a gentle forgetfulness over the preceding painful years of my life. It remains a haunting and lovely time to me, a marrow experience. For one who during her undergraduate years wa...
The smile of the morning doesn't judge the day.
If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?