That’s how it felt – that the loss of him had a life of its own. I lived with it as I could have lived with him. Some nights it was quiet and sometimes it pounded on my door.

I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.

And so I just kept writing to myself.

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t asked for my number, or a date, or my hand in marriage, and my drink was getting low.

I didn’t answer. We were not buddies. We could not chat about the proximity of our offices, or football, or forgiveness.

The voice sang on, “I am ready, I am ready, I am fine. I am fine, I am fine, I am fine.” I played it again. I was not fine.

Each guy stamped the passport of my heart. “You’re worthy.” Stamp. “You’re enough.” “You have not failed completely.” Stamp, stamp.

I remembered learning from my favorite professor at Belmont to “surround yourself with people who are better than you, ” and I was now living that mantra.

I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.

But I tended not to date men who ever showed up for me.

I threw his framed picture off my balcony just to hear my heart break.

It was only when I started to be myself that the music started to flow and people started to listen.

The right to make revolution is unconditional, for it alone establishes right.

President Bush is trying to put a positive spin on the latest bad economic numbers. Today he declared victory in the 'War on Jobs.'

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most.

Find your passion and do it totally. The more life experience you get, the better you'll be at whatever you want to do.

Gyms are always packed. The only machine available is the one that simulates the gynecological exam. You know, the Sharon Stone machine.

I will not talk to God about how big my problems are. I will talk to my problems about how big my God is. This is my declaration.

As Bill Clinton said so eloquently at the convention, during Vietnam there was a chance to serve; there was a chance not to serve.

Culture carries no privilege to exist. Cultures do not have value simply because they are. Some cultures, the world is better off without.

The tragedy of journalism is that these are people doing their best work.