We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways. - Andrea Gibson

month into the job, I can’t look at any of the girls without seeing my baby sister’s face the first time someone hurt her on purpose. It wasn’t my sister’s grief so much as her shock that stuck with me. None of these girls are shocked by the hurt that hunts them — they expect the blade of this life to keep cutting and ask it to whittle them into someone too sharp to touch.

EVEN WHEN THE TRUTH ISN’T HOPEFUL, THE TELLING OF IT IS.

feeling holy as Mary

beneath the hands of a one-night stand

who’s calling somebody else’s name.