how to tell yourself the truth.

When I was nineteen, I was angry at my father, mostly because I thought that’s what any good nineteen-year-old should be. For a time, I laid my aches and faults at his feet in a bitter pile of blame. You …

stop setting goals and do this instead.

All my life, I have longed for power, order, beauty. I have wanted to be better, plan better, look better. Every morning, I fashion new promises. And most nights, I make my bed among the broken pieces. I blame circumstances, I …

when you second guess everything.

I first noticed it at restaurants. I made my family wait almost every time — taking too long to make the perfect choice from the menu. What if didn’t like it, or what if it wasn’t enough? What if I …

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