If every heart-worthy novelist weeps for days before killing off a beloved character, god must have spent centuries sobbing be- fore pressing a pen t… - Andrea Gibson

We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways,

It's turning the thunder into grace,
knowing sometimes the break in your heart
is like the hole in the flute.

Sometimes it's the place
where the music comes through.

There is no weapon more dangerous than a wound, and being wounded there are things we have all done that we would almost would rather die that face into, but no one heals what they refuse to look at. So when asked if I believe in “good people”, I say I believe in people who are committed to knowing their own wounds intimately. People who read their wound’s diaries, who follow their wounds out windows, down ladders asking “Where are you going? What do you need? How can I intervene before a cruel thing is done or said?