“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.” -Rumi

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” April 16, 1963

Respect your haters. They are the ones who think you are better than them. -Unknown

You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you. -Francesca, Bridges of Madison County

“Motherfuckin’ tittysuckin’ two-balled bitch!” -Agent Zoil – Paul

Dear Mom,

12 September, 2005 /

Go get a cup of coffee and a smoke. You settled in nicely in your computer chair, mom?

Good.

Let’s just take a moment to laugh at the younger Kristine. The younger Kristine that in the wee hours of the morning would melodramaticly roll around in bed and complain of a stomach ache. I would toss my head from side to side complaining I was hot, no cold…no, hot again.

Let’s just giggle at the “I think I am going to throw up.” antics.

Let’s remember the tears I so effortlessly pushed forth to convince you of my horrible pains.

Now mother, go ahead…enjoy this moment. Because of you teaching me the fine art of the hand on the forehead and feeling for that blinding pain….your granddaughter is calling me every name in the book. She is…AS I TYPE…doing the dramatic stagger down the hall, accompanied by the deep cough followed by the whimper.

That girl doesn’t stand a chance. She doesn’t realize she comes from a long line of drama queens.

Thanks mom!!

Love your favorite daughter,
Kristine