Instead Of Plotting The Demise Of The

You Build A Wall To Keep Something Unwanted Out … Or To Hold Something Precious In.

Maybe You Had To Leave In Order To Really Miss A Place; Maybe You Had To Travel To Figure Out How Beloved Your Starting Point Was... ...parents Aren't The People You Come From. They're The People You Want To Be, When You Grow Up. I Sat Between My Mother And My Father, Watching Strangers On Tv Carry In Shaker Rockers And Dusty Paintings And Ancient Beer Tankards And Cranberry Glass Dishes; People And Their Hidden Treasures, Who Had To Be Told By Experts That They'd Taken Something Incredibly Precious For Granted.

I Think...she Said Finally, "that All Of Us Have Got Our Ghosts.

It Doesn't Take A Whole Long Life To Realize That What We Deserve To Have, We Rarely Get.

When Someone Loves You Up One Side And Down The Other Like That, You Make Every Effort To Stick Around.