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July 12 - July 13, 2013
stories have the power to save us by illuminating the most profoundly beautiful and terrible things about our existence. That I’ve had the opportunity
when we dare to tell the truth about who we are and what we want and how exactly we’re afraid or sad or lost or uncertain that transformation is possible, that light can be
Inexplicable sorrows await all of us.
Life isn’t some narcissistic game you play online. It all matters—every
America is dying of loneliness, that we, as a people, have bought into the
false dream of convenience, and turned away from a deep engagement with our internal lives—those
within the chaos of our shame and disappointment and rage there is meaning, and within that meaning is the possibility of rescue.
she offers what we wish every mother would: enough compassion to make us feel safe within our broken need, and enough wisdom to hold on to hope.
I ran it over and over in my mind, the series of events and choices that kept me from being beside my mom in her last hours, but thinking about it didn’t do a thing.
We are obligated to the people we care about and who we allow to care about us, whether we say we love them or not.

