I do know that, you know, Donald Trump has a global portfolio, and many global investors are in Russia.
All of us change. Everyone in this world, from birth to death, becomes someone new. Again and again, we are remade.
Expect the unexpected, my mother once said. Because the unexpected most certainly will be expecting you.
I am vulnerable, starved for kindness. And when I receive it, I lose my mind.
I've been going to San Diego's Comic-Con every year since 2007 or 2008. The first time I went it was an overwhelming experience because I wasn't expecting all the people; I wasn't even expecting all the joy. I came from a background where, when I was about eighteen or nineteen, I found comic-book fandom. But it was the fandom of online communities. And within those communities there was a tremendous amount of excitement and joy, but I'd never been around people in such a large group setting where this joy was pouring out of them. It was a revelation.
Miracles pass and I see. Great wonders speak and I listen.
Being alone was easier. No risk, just loneliness. No one ever died from that.
It's not the end that I fear with each breath- It's life that scares me to death.
Broke up created a crisis. . . in every circumstance because a family gets blown apart. We all know what that does to a child. We all know what that does to a woman's identity. But, at the same time, it caused me to start to reevaluate all those things weren't able to stay intact - all the people's attention, all the success, the financial security. It didn't have any value.
War seems to come out of nowhere, like rust that suddenly pops up on iron after a storm.
Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!