After A While, The Characters I'm Writing

The Sisters Were Glad To Be Together. They Had The Easy Sort Of Relationship Where They Didn't Have To Speak To Be Understood.

I Just Finished Colson Whitehead's "the Underground Railroad," Which I Think Is A Work Of Genius.

I'm At The Point Where Going Forward Is Easier Than Going Back.

Love Was Like That, Like A Dream You Didn't Quite Understand, One In Which You Didn't Necessarily Know What You Were Looking At Until It Was Right In Front Of You.

Sometimes, Running Away Means You're Headed In The Exact Right Direction.