The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.
Belief, hard work, love-you have those things, you can do anything.
My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.
There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.
But she wasn't around, and that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.
There is everything you know and there is everything that happens. When the two do not line up, you make a choice.
Going back to something is harder than you think.
One day spent with someone you love can change everything.
Things change when you're not in danger anymore.
I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn't.
Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
This is a story about a family and, as there is a ghost involved, you might cal it a ghost story. But every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at out tables long after they have gone.
I saw in her expression that old, unshakable mountain of concern. And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know
She cared. She gave a crap. When I lacked even the self-respect to keep myself alive, she dabbed my cuts and I fell back into being a son; I fell as easily as you fall into your pillow at night. And I didn't want it to end. That's the best way I can explain it. I knew it was impossible. But I didn't want it to end.
What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?
I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.
She had a bottomless well of love for me.
When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.
It was sad, the imbalance of it all. Why do kids assume so much from one parent and hold the other to a lower, looser standard?
Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.
Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.
So many times I feel I'm using the same words over and over, like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring!
You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.
Kids chase the love that eludes them.
Something is always happening somewhere.
You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.
Life goes quickly, doesn't it?
Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.
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