“You say: you are mourning a man that could not love you. Full stop. Cover the last word. There’s the truth.”

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.

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

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.

The day my children move out is years I can count on two hands I have them half this time years I count on one.

I took the bobblehead of him off his refrigerator and kissed it.

Go fuck yourself.

Beautiful creature its time to forgive yourself you were surviving.

Everything great I’ve done I did not think to do so.

I will not believe It’s less holy to be human. I will not bow my head. I will not close my eyes to god.

If your mother does not love you well or is no longer here to love you well, may you feel worthy enough to open to the thousand tiny ways the spirit of mother longs to love you today.

A twenty three year old hits on me in a coffee shop in venice, and I ask him if father is single.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

A boy spends his time finding a girl to sleep with. A real man spends his time looking for the one worth waking up to.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain.

Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.

Sometimes you just don’t like somebody.

I’m afraid that sometimes you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ’cause you’ll play against you.

Perfect is the enemy of good.

Tease others the way you want to be teased!