My mother's nickname for me is Positive Patrick. I like to live up to that title.
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.
And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
There were a number of definitions of courage, but now I was seeing it in its simplest form: you do what has to be done day after day, and you never quit.
When we complain, we remain. When we whine, we stay behind. When we praise, we raise.
Bookstores see a book by a woman and they put it in the romance section.
There is not one thing that music does which does not say something about how a person should organize himself, too.