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It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.– C. S....

this is a small life, very small,miniature if you want more, whichis also less, and the thing isyou can’t complain the thing isall of this was a giftthat you didn’t ask for buthave to appreciate, or so“they” say; you have to make the most out of every precious moment but i feel like a wallflower in my own...

you had me cornered, too shocked to react to the words you were saying, too scared to make them real the same old story told so many timesit doesn’t even hurt much anymore, it’s just jarring, it’s just one more piecein the fresh hell of my life that I don’tneed to deal with right now when you’re told you’re...

In this relationship I have to be flexible,I need to always be ready to bend if necessary,and to make myself small and quiet whenever I am asked.  One of the prices I pay for this relationship is silence, my silence, my starvation foraffection and validation, and any conceivable hope for the future.  Those I must pay forone way or...

In approximately eight and a half months I am going to be going on a six day, five night writing “retreat” all alone, and this will be the first time in my life I’ve had the opportunity to do anything like this.  My favorite living writer has a tiny house / AirB&B on per property that...