I Love Sports, As All Bostonians Seem

The Rest-the Vast Majority, Tens Of Thousands Of Days-are Unremarkable, Repetitive, Even Monotonous. We Glide Through Them Then Instantly Forget Them. We Tend Not To Think About This Arithmetic When We Look Back On Our Lives. We Remember The Handful Of Big Days And Throw Away The Rest. We Organize Our Long, Shapeless Lives Into Tidy Little Stories...but Our Lives Are Mostly Made Up Of Junk, Of Ordinary, Forgettable Days, And 'the End' Is Never The End.

You Know, Being Confident Isn't The Same As Being Right.

I Can't Say That I Ever Actually Decided To Become A Writer. It Kind Of Snuck Up On Me.

At Some Point As Adults We Cease To Be Our Parents' Children And We Become Our Children's Parents Instead.

An Emotion Is A Thought, Yes, An Idea, But It Is Also A Sensation, An Ache In Your Body. Desire, Love, Hate, Fear, Repulsion - You Feel These Things In Your Muscle And Bones, Not Just In Your Mind.