"This then is about coping when you don't want to cope. When you wish with everything you have got that someone would just wrap their arms around you and let you fall into them so you don't have to pretend anymore that you are fine (of course you are fine!)..."
"I try to decide if I'm spooked. I wonder for a moment if they are recruiting for a special boy-racer cult. I consider him and assess his level of sobriety and decide he probably isn't casing the joint as he smiles and says sorry his cars are so noisy, he truly hadn't realised."
"Am I alone? Or has the hectic whirl of modern day living made the possibility of being "accomplished" plainly laughable? Do we no longer have the time to take what we would now consider "hobbies" and become more than passably good at them? "
"We can decide to start again in the moment we step out of the shower. As we close the door behind us on our way to a job we hate. As we are bending over to load the dishwasher. When we take the cakes out of the oven, or lean over to kiss our babies goodnight..."
"Before Finley was born, Mark and I called my bump, LilyFinn. Lily for a girl and Finley for a boy. But from the minute my pregnancy was confirmed I was convinced I was having a girl for a long list of retrospectively, stupid reasons..."
"I am so good at setting aside the ugly, in order to paint life as something to treasure instead of to despair of. Despair is so dull isn't it? Instead I am Pollyanna in black pants. I process terror, disappointment and pain, and then I forget it ..."
"I think you know that I'm falling apart. I know you have sensed it, and so many in our lovely community have done their level best to hold me up in the past three months. I am so grateful..."