You’re not alone. I want to say this to the mom who dares to tell me that she’s completely disorganized, that it feels like she’s not good enough, like she doesn’t know where her life is going. Though I wrote a post titled I Am Alone, I want to say the opposite to the mom who’s worried about her looks, afraid of getting older, terrified of finding herself alone. You’re not alone. I try to say it to my refugee friend who wakes dressed in her street clothes, cold, in a tight to

Those people who suffer— they’re the salt of this ocean and tree covered place. They’re the chance to find a purpose, to witness what’s so s