She knew that was not an honest prayer, and she did not linger over it. The right prayer would have been, Lord . . . I am miserable and bitter at heart, and old fears...

I want to dive in the deepest trench, get locked in the darkest room,get lost in the biggest maze,travel longest to the furthest placebut keep my heart on the safest place…

10 second heartbreak.” That’s the time it takes to wake to full consciousness each day and remember…

Red-hot anger takes away a lot of the heartache.

Heartache, to her, coursed through everything–which was as it should be, since people needed it to make them kind.pg. 4