Anger regulation does not come naturally to me. It is hard to predict what will make me angry. It is such an automatic reaction, flaring in an instant from an all too familiar
Growing up, everyone who knew my father when he was young would comment on how much I was like him. In looks, in manner, in voice. And I remember feeling a great sense
Love is not a limited resource. One does not run out of love because they have loved too much. Loving one does not preclude one from loving another. Often, loving one enables loving
Life is precious. Time is precious. Youth is wasted on the young. I'm not that young anymore. I can't use the excuses of innocence, or ignorance, or inexperience, to paper over my failings.