I Like To Build Places Online Where

At Some Point We All Look Up And Realize We Are Lost In A Maze.

We Cannot Be Born, And We Cannot Die. Like All Energy, We Can Only Change Shapes And Sizes And Manifestations.

I Do Love You And What Else Matters But That

One Of The Pitfalls About Writing About Illness Is That It Is Very Easy To Imagine People With Cancer As Either These Wise-beyond-their-years Creatures Or These Sad-eyed Tragic People. And The Truth Is, People Living With Cancer Are Very Much Like People Who Are Not Living With Cancer. They're Every Bit As Funny And Complex And Diverse As Anyone Else.

In The Dark Beside Me, She Smelled Of Sweat And Sunshine And Vanilla.