Here's to The Untamed: May we know them. May we raise them. May we love them. May we read them. May we elect them. May we be them. - Glennon Doyle

The voice I finally heard that day was my own — the girl I'd locked away at ten years old, the girl I was before the world told me who to be — and she said: Here I am. I'm taking over now.

Judgment is just another cage we live in so we don't have to feel, know, and imagine. Judgment is self-abandonment. You are not here to waste your time deciding whether my life is true and beautiful enough for you. You are here to decide if your life, relationships, and world are true and beautiful enough for you. And if they are not and you dare to admit they are not, you must decide if you have the guts, the right — perhaps even the duty — to burn to the ground that which is not true and beautiful enough and get started building what is.

This is what I know. Parents love their children. I have met no exceptions. Love is a river, and there are times when impediments stop the flow of love. Mental illness, addiction, shame, narcissism, fear passed down by religious and cultural institutions — these are boulders that interrupt love's flow.