I Try To Recognize That There Is

Songs And Smells Will Bring You Back To A Moment In Time More Than Anything Else. It's Amazing How Much Can Be Conjured With A Few Notes Of A Song Or A Solitary Whiff Of A Room. A Song You Didn't Even Pay Attention To At The Time, A Place That You Didn't Even Know Had A Particular Smell. I Wonder What Will Someday Bring Back Dex And Our Few Months Together. Maybe The Sound Of Dido's Voice. Maybe The Scent Of The Aveda Shampoo I've Been Using All Summer.

I Think The Most Well-adjusted People Live In The Present With An Eye Toward The Future - I'm Not Among Those.

I Try To Write About Real Women, Real People - In Other Words Flawed Characters.

What's The Point Of Being Sad?" He Says. "we're Here Now.

There Are People And Places And Events You'd Prefer To Forget Or At Least Gloss Over. In The End, You Can Slap A Pretty Label On It - Like Serendipity Or Fate. Or You Can Believe That It's Just The Random Way Life Unfolds.