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I Remember Being In Tears At The Hospital After Chloe Was Born, At The Thought That Someday She Would Have To Leave Home.

Living In La Is Like Not Having A Date On Saturday Night.

Self-acceptance Has Been A Blessed By-product Of Middle Age.

People See You As An Object, Not As A Person, And They Project A Set Of Expectations Onto You. People Who Don't Have It Think Beauty Is A Blessing, But Actually It Sets You Apart.

I Have Never Appreciated A Quiet Moment With A Friend As Much, A Quiet Moment With A Book And I Think Part Of That Is My Obsession With Being Older And Time Going Faster And It's Become Increasingly Sweeter For Me.