"if my heart were a garden, it would be in bloom with roses and wrinkly indian poppies and wild flowers. there would be two unmarked tracts of scorched earth, and scattered headstones covered with weeds and ivy and moss, a functioning compost pile, great tangles of blackberry bushes, and some piles of trash i've meant to haul away for years."
-anne lamott, grace (eventually)
p.s. i look forward to meeting you in person on thursday if i can get out of this effing court hearing.