Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still

I Get About Five Memoirs Per Week In My Mailbox, And Few Of Them Inspire Anything But A Desire To Pick Up The Channel Changer.

The Shreiking Fight Or The Out-of-character Insult Endures Forever, While The Daily Sweetness Dissolves Like Sugar In Water.

I Believe In God, But Even If You Don't, You Can Believe In A Self, The Person Who Is Innately Who You Are. Once You Fully Become That Person, Then Everything You Do Will Be Blessed.

That’s What’s So Gorgeous About Humanity. It Doesn’t Matter How Bleak Our Daily Lives Are, We Still Fight For The Light. I Think That’s Our Divinity. We Lean Into Love, Even In The Most Hideous Circumstances. We Manage To Hope.

If You Lie To Your Husband - Even About Something So Banal As How Much You Drink - Each Lie Is A Brick In A Wall Going Up Between You, And When He Tells You He Loves You, It's Deflected Away.