Given I’m dying, and have just the one pen, let’s motor through the pleasantries.
Nora and Stevie were lucky by name and lucky by nature – at least that’s what they’d been told throughout their forty-nine years.
On the way to Averley, Martha was aware of the distance between her and her mother.
In the low light of the falling dusk, I found myself thus: half bent over, hands full of Shadowside, the point of a longsword against my neck.
Standing in front of 50,000 screaming fans, I just wanted to soak up the moment – it wasn’t that long ago that I thought I wouldn’t be here.
It's the year 2000. We survived Y2K, Britney's Oops…I Did it Again is huge, and George W. Bush is narrowly elected President.
So, you got fired—laid off, let go, reduced, restructured, canned, shit-canned.
In this book I’m going to show you how to heal your trauma and create real change in yourself, your relationships and your life.
Your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest. — Rainer Maria Rilke
