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Life is not orderly, no matter how much we think it should be. Sooner or later, we drop a box of eggs, forget a map, or fall in love.
Brushing snowflakes from her eyelashes, a child stands by a tiny grave, reading words from Dr. Seuss—eulogy to a hamster.
Look around. This is how it is. Not how it might have been, or should have been, or how you thought it would be. Now, enjoy.
One of life's toughest lessons: We are only going to be offered imperfect people to love.
Look around—this is how it is. Not how it might have been, or should have been, or how you thought it would be. Now, enjoy.
"Books?" she explained to her students, sighing, "They're kind of like tweets—but longer."
Life is not orderly, no matter how much we think it should be. Sooner or later, we drop a box of eggs, forget the map, or fall in love.
About that quiet voice you ignore, that says you should write, or paint, or create. The quiet voice is right.
If you have books you haven’t read yet, a friend who ignores your minor missteps, and food in the cupboard—you are rich.
Take a look around. This is how it is. Not how it might have been, or should have been, or how you thought it would be. Now, enjoy.
Weather's 3 lessons: nothing is permanent, there's exquisite beauty in an ugly storm, we don't always get what we want.
I've invented a new social networking app, called Table. Basically, people sit round it and talk. Sometimes there's beer. RT @thefictiondesk
Take a look around. This is how it is. (Not how it might have been, or should have been, or how you thought it would be.) Now, enjoy.
"I'm leaving you," she announced. He looked up. "Who gets custody of the memories?" he wondered.
"I'm leaving you," she told him. He looked up. "Who gets custody of the memories?" he wondered.
Life is not orderly, no matter how much we think it should be. Sooner or later, we drop the box of eggs, forget a map, or fall in love.
People who keep saying we only have one life to live obviously haven’t discovered books.
In Africa, the Healer may ask a sick person, "When was the last time you sang? The last time you danced? The last time you shared a story?"
A whimsical professor, author, social scientist, attorney, folklorist, friend, who plays with words, crayons, yarn, saori weaving, and odd possibilities.
