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These are the people who will drive around for an hour at night, talking about nothing and everything and listening to One Direction and driving and …
Wedding invitations, birthday cards, sympathy notes: the way all of those are perfect, squared up, neat representations for things that are, in truth…
I want to record and savor all of the beautiful and messy moments; I want a way to look back and remember.
Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine.
" She knows a lot of letters and plays with them on the refrigerator, asks for help making words.
the funny thing about life is that the more things change, the more things really do stay the same.
When he buried my mother, with me still in the hospital, he buried a part of himself – the part that told jokes, that smiled, that hugged.
words formed in his larynx and uttered in quiet waves in the living room. 1964,
" I suddenly had an image of myself on a ferry on the Detroit River on a cloudy day en route to a place with this name.