Because what scares me a hell of a lot more than pain is living my entire life and missing my becoming. What scares me more than feeling it all is missing it all.

Tabitha never knew the wild. Yet Tabitha knew the wild. It was in her.

I was furious with him and disgusted with myself. I’d let down my guard and trusted that the other characters in my story would act as they should and that my plot would unfold as I’d mapped it. I’d rendered my own future and my children vulnerable by ceding creative control to another character. What an idiot. Never again. I would take back full c

safe. The Ache keeps me fine, which is another word for half dead.

If I am living bravely, my entire life will become a million deaths and rebirths.

She will need to accept that one of the privileges she’s letting burn is her emotional comfort. She will need to remind herself that being called a racist is actually not the worst thing. The worst thing is privately hiding her racism to stay safe, liked, and comfortable while others suffer and die. There

The opposite of sensitive is insensitive, and that’s no badge of honor.

there is no such thing as other people’s children.

Goldenness requires contrast.