My wild Saturday night moment: I can’t get super glue residue off my fingers after a home improvement project, and while I’m preoccupied with that making a box of mac n’ cheese for myself, I realize I had closed Roly Poly in the pots & pans cabinet… (at home.)
"We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there."
"You cross my mind. A lot. More times than I care to admit; you seem to have taken up permanent residence, making your home in the deepest corners of my mind. And sometimes I get caught up in my head, I’ll lose myself in the colour of your eyes — even in my head I’m helpless — and I have to remind myself to breathe."
"Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them."