our demons lose their power when we pull them out of the depths where they hide and look them in the face in broad daylight.
As my Popo used to say, life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, indelible, but I’m...
I'd realized that in writing happiness is useless-without suffering there is no story.
