Things Are Strongest Where They're Broken.

I Was Tired Of Seeing The Graces Always Depicted As Beautiful Young Things. I Think Wisdom Comes With Age And Life And Pain. And Knowing What Matters.

Life Is Choice. All Day, Everyday. Who We Talk To, Where We Sit, What We Say, How We Say It. And Our Lives Become Defined By Our Choices. It's As Simple And As Complex As That. And As Powerful. So When I'm Observing That's What I'm Watching For. The Choices People Make

After Spending Most Of Her Life Scanning The Horizon For Slights And Threats, Genuine And Imagined, She Knew The Real Threat To Her Happiness Came Not From The Dot In The Distance, But From Looking For It. Expecting It. Waiting For It. And In Some Cases, Creating It. Her Father Had Jokingly Accused Her Of Living In The Wreckage Of Her Future. Until One Day She'd Looked Deep Into His Eyes And Saw He Wasn't Joking. He Was Warning Her.

The Women In The Room Chatted About Love, About Childhood, About Losing Parents, About Mr. Spock, About Good Books They'd Read. They Mothered Each Other.

Don't Mistake Dramatics For A Conscience.