Chance likes to ride in back, standing up at red lights and pounding on the roof in (what he insists is) Morse code. We won't mention that to Dad.

What are we doing, burying bodies?" Admittedly, this would be a lace to do it. Isolated, off any main roads."Nope. We're going to war.

Rescue operation, " he says, breathless. "Saved Barbie from drowning.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

Maybe I don't need to save her forever. Maybe I can just save her right now, in this moment, and if I can do that, maybe it will save me and maybe that can be enough.

Crushes are so awful. I wonder if they suck worse for the crush-er or the crush-ee. I consider my three years of watching Josh from afar. Yeah, definitely the crush-er.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

[Photography] remains servile to a thoughtless vision of the world... As the term snapshot suggests, photography seizes the moment and exhibits it.

Honest change? Honest? Has someone altered the definition of the word while my back was turned, or have you recently developed a sense of humor?

There will always be something to strive for. My hope is for the heart to strive forever.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

Meditation has really helped with keeping my center.

I love nerdy work. I love writing notes. I try to go back, as much as I can, to feed what happens and why they do what they do.