I'm So Trying To Give

I'm Able To Separate Fiction And Reality. I Guess It Remains To Be Seen If Other People Are.

I Feel Like If You Read Something, And It Makes You So Curious About A Topic That You Then Go Read Something Else, That's Exciting.

If You’re A Parent In 2013, You Have To Get Your Hands On This Book. Wise, Engrossing, And So Real That I Fear Senior Has Been Spying Inside My House, All Joy Is A Must-read For Those Of Us Whose Lives Have Been Enriched And Derailed By Having Kids.

If You Knew Where Your Happiness Came From, It Gave You Patience. You Realized That A Lot Of The Time, You Were Just Waiting Out A Situation, And That Took The Pressure Off; You No Longer Looked To Every Interaction To Actually Do Something For You.

We All Stood And Gathered Our Backpacks And I Looked At The Floor Around My Chair To Make Sure I Hadn’t Dropped Anything. I Was Terrified Of Unwittingly Leaving Behind A Scrap Of Paper On Which Were Written All My Private Desires And Humiliations. The Fact That No Such Scrap Of Paper Existed, That I Did Not Even Keep A Diary Or Write Letters Except Bland, Earnest, Falsely Cheerful Ones To My Family (we Lost To St. Francis In Soccer, But I Think We’ll Win Our Game This Saturday; We Are Working On Self-portraits In Art Class, And The Hardest Part For Me Is The Nose) Never Decreased My Fear.