When do you stop trying for someone, something else and realize the only thing that might, MIGHT make you happy inside and out is you. You’re the only one you can rely on, including making yourself stupidly, idiotically depressed OR pulling yourself out of some self-deprecating boredom that is ...

As she sat writing her book, the book that would bust her life wide open, take her places she’d never been, she wondered is it better to write about her life as it is or as the imagined future she clung to so tightly she just might strangle the very life right out of it. At what point did her l...