In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.
I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I’d like to be known.
Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.
Love. It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between.
Love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us.
It is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.
I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.
You’re not alone, and you’re not the one in charge. Ask for help when you need it, and give help when you can. I think that is how we serve God – and each other and ourselves – in times as dark as these.
You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet.
Today’s young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.
Some stories don’t have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.
Perhaps that’s why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present.
