“We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.”

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.

He was someone whom everyone admired and liked but whom nobody knew. He was like a book that you could feel good holding, that you could talk about without ever having read, that you could recommend.

What does it remember like?

I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: “Do you like me?

Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?

My wife and I have chosen to bring up our children as vegetarians. In another time or place, we might have made a different decision. But the realities of our present moment compelled us to make that choice.

With writing, we have second chances.

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].

Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me

Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.

Memory was supposed to fill the time, but it made time a hole to be filled.

I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.

Everything I did, I did because I thought it was the correct thing to do, I am not a hero, it is true, But I am not a bad person, either.

He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.

Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don’t mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

Spiritual life doesn’t make you a good person; you ARE a good person, you are a holy being when you are born. What spiritual life does is remind us that this is who we really are.

Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived.

Men more frequently require to be reminded than informed.

Maybe it’s enough just to live life moment to moment. The most cliche but a true reminder: The past is gone and the future is not guaranteed.

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, Only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.

The sun is a daily reminder that we too can rise again from the darkness, that we too can rise again

Keep reminding yourself of where you’re headed by giving yourself the love & values you deserve.