As I sat in the hospital room, Tara was lying in the bed, tubes in her arm and my heart was breaking. The strongest person I knew gave up on herself and I could only wonder what I could have done better.
In my head I can hear my parents, my grandparents, and all my aunts and uncles in some heavenly choir, coming at me from all directions. If you can’t say anything nice…
I hope that there will always be an us. In every world, in every story.
There were moments in life
that deep in my soul,
I knew something was going to radically change
the path I was bound to take
and I wanted those moments etched into my skin.
Each new day is an opportunity to write a new story; a blank page to start over and begin writing a new chapter. You have pages to fill with your own words. You have sentences to live by and characters to support your story.
This duality cop thing was never a problem for him. He had plenty of “iffy” opportunities, but he did not succumb to temptation.
If you check, the night of the 10th was not a full moon, so what took place that evening can only be considered either an accident of chemistry or divine magic.
And there, I decided, I would get on with my life in the most logical way possible: by auditioning for The Bachelor.
When I was a child, my family life was fairly unstable.
Her knack for finding the “wrong” in any situation was unlike anything her friends had seen…