That truck has carried me away from my family and back again, met everyone I’ve ever loved, and transported its many nervous passengers toward first dates, new homes, new jobs, and on into our uncertain lives. […]
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I’ve met precisely one person who knew who Edward R. Murrow was and was also familiar with the Twilight t-shirts. (Thanks, incidentally, for preserving my faith in humanity.) The rest of you, use the box of wires and lights to which you are attached and edify yourselves. […] I don’t know where I found the confidence amid myriad adolescent insecurities to stare down the monolith of middle-school etiquette and simply walk another way. When I think of who I was then, the person I am most reminded of is my mom. My friend Tom might have given me permission to creep out of my shell, but Mom taught me to be unapologetic about who I was in the first place. Her contrary nature made it okay for me to reject the status quo as well. […] |
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"There are times I've wished I said all the folly in my heart and not the wisdom in my head." ~ A.J. Roach |
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