Instructions for Dancing

ometimes I think love is the reason language was invented.

It’s funny how a day can start out just like any other and end up so different

It used to be that if I was in a funk or in the barren hinterland between sad and mad, I could just pluck any random one from my favorites shelf and settle into my fuzzy pink chair for a good read. By chapter three—chapter four at the very latest—I’d be feeling