I have decided, without rancor,to be happy in a way that requires no ceremony.No trumpet. No theatrical exit.Just me, composed … More

Genuine love does not perform.It enters quietly,with clean handsand a steady spine. It does not confuse accesswith affection,or desire with … More

June enters without asking permission,as any well-raised miracle should.She does not knock.She arrives with water in one hand,courage in the … More

The finest thing about loveis not the entering. Anyone can arrivewith clean shoes, a bright mouth,and a bouquet pretendingnot to … More

June arriveswith sunlight on her shoulders,honey in her voice,and a quiet firebeneath her feet. She does not rush in. She … More

At a certain height,You stop mistaking noise for music. You learn the differencebetween a room that clapsand a room that … More

When betrayal comes from blood,it does not always arrive shouting. Sometimes it arrives smiling.Sometimes it asks questions.It is already poisoned. … More

I no longer explain my becomingto people who only showed upwhen my life looked breakable. I have learnedthat privacy is … More

I have grown sensible about love. Not cautious.Not cold.Just unwilling to be fed crumbsby people who call it a feastbecause … More