“I want to be in an Jane Austen novel with you.”

It finally happened like I thought it might I run into you.

Hour 36 of labor. I pull at god’s necktie dig a hole at the hospital floor.

You can’t go to a kindergarten teacher after me.

One tornado I lived through got the house.

The argentinian kisses me on a beach in tulum.

May my children never read this.

You’re rolling me in coffee hands I’m u-turn smoked rubber coming back- oh I’m spent, ask on the still.

When I reached for what I wanted, they said I left my needs behind. But if all birds need is on the ground why then do they fly?

Oh the salt water I had to sweat to realize there was an ocean inside of me.

I found my old diary tonight. A brokenness I had forgotten pen pressured so deep it punctured page. I ran my fingers over my words and there inside ridges black I found a little girl desperate for someone to save her, desperate for the very woman I have become.

This morning I tell the kindest man on earth after two dates, you are good and you are not my man. My man is not as good as you.

I know this won’t always be a good deal for me I make it anyway.

Don’t get too used to being alone.

God is a woman and like every woman has millions of years of men speaking for her.

I keep saying over and over. I’m sorry but I have to go now you are not my person.

I play with the nativity and tell mary she looks good in that color blue.

Smile more than you cry, give more than you take, and love more than you hate.

True love is rare, and it’s the only thing that gives life real meaning.

How can anyone be against love?

Baby I’m a pro at letting go, I love it when they come and go.

The regret of my life is that I have not said ‘I love you’ often enough.

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.

You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.