You are so good, generous, with everyone. Especially with me. Please let me hold the tools for you while you work on your refrigerator.” I.
So, if you can’t bring yourself to mourn his passing, maybe, instead, mourn the relationship you wished you’d had with your father, so you can let him go.
How some pre-teens lose their minds for boy bands, rock stars, and hot celebrities, I always lost my marbles for Beau. It all started when he climbed a tree to save my cat. I was eight. He was ten. He’d kissed me on the cheek. He’d wiped my tears. He’d held my hand. He’d hugged me close. He was my hero. He’d saved my cat.
In a day, when you don’t come across any problems – you can be sure that you are travelling in a wrong path” – Swami Vivekananda.
All my broken pieces are going to love you, just as I am now, without ever being fixed.
I allowed my mind and heart to hold hands for a bit and tell me what they wanted for Christmas next year, and every year after.
I didn’t drink they Kool-Aid of patriotism, nor did I drink the moonshine of anarchy.
Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.” – Judith Thurman.
I would wait until she came to me. Or, I would wait until I could wait no longer.
Yes. This is a party. I am in the laundry room reading.
I felt like Scarlett O’Hara after she was kissed by Rhett Butler, confused and anxious and swoony and wanting it to happen again.
Yep. That’s what I was thinking about. And, as an aside, I now understood the popularity of housedresses in the mid-twentieth century. A.
You’ve seen me at my worst and you love me anyway. Give me the same chance. Show me who you are, and trust me to stay even if there are dark parts. But also, trust me to stay because of them.
Oh, Jennifer!” She said my name low and rough, as though it were a swear word. “A lady does not wear overalls.
Oh! Oh, I get it! She was one of your slamps.
Tell me what you need,” he said between raining soft kisses against my hair, temple, and cheek. “I’ll do anything for you.
Why did it have to be Sir McHotpants? Why couldn’t they have sent Colonel Mustard le Mustache or Lady Jelly O’Belly?
And God bless the Internet, because if there’s anything it has in infinite supply – other than ill-formed opinions – it’s cat pictures.
He needed to pick one muffin, and stick with that muffin. He didn’t get to lay claim to all the muffins, because that’s not how life worked.
I knew he wasn’t there to actually help me. He was there to help me out of the building.