I Am Willing To Be Annoying If

Everything Is The Way It Is Because Everything Was The Way It Was

A Few Days After We Came Home From The Hospital, I Sent A Letter To A Friend, Including A Photo Of My Son And Some First Impressions Of Fatherhood. He Responded, Simply, 'everything Is Possible Again.' It Was The Perfect Thing To Write, Because That Was Exactly How It Felt. We Could Retell Our Stories And Make Them Better, More Representative Or Aspirational. Or We Could Choose To Tell Different Stories. The World Itself Had Another Chance.

Only Someone Who'd Never Been An Animal Would Put Up A Sign Saying Not To Feed Them.

My Life Story Is The Story Of Everyone I've Ever Met.

She Maintained A Careful Balance By Her Window, Never Allowing The Men To Come Too Close, Never Allowing Them To Stray Too Far.