Only Humans Can Cry Tears.

As A Writer, Putting Words On The Page Is How I Pay Attention.

When I Looked At You, My Life Made Sense. Even The Bad Things Made Sense. They Were Necessary To Make You Possible.

Sometimes I Can Hear My Bones Straining Under The Weight Of All The Lives I'm Not Living.

He Promised Us That Everything Would Be Okay. I Was A Child, But I Knew That Everything Would Not Be Okay. That Did Not Make My Father A Liar. It Made Him My Father.

Oh, I'd Say I Like A Meal As Much As Anybody. But I Find A Certain Kind Of Foodiness Silly, Gluttonous And Embarrassing.