The answer we’re looking for is found in the place we least want to look. They are in Beowulf’s Grendel. They are the dragon lurking deep in our individual caves needing to be slayed.
Family
Chapter 39
How could I detach in a healthy way if I’m suppressing emotions? I couldn’t. I would be too cold. Hypothermia is not healthy.
Chapter 38
At the end of the day (at the end of this life) that's all I have. MY own love and anything it touches (or doesn't) will be my legacy.
Chapter 37
I barely slept at all that night (or many nights to come). Every time I woke up, I would remember and cry.
Chapter 36
It was a staggering contrast, the serenity of such a blissful moment coming together with the implications of this message.
Chapter 35
Then came the day I’ve been dreading to write about, but also the reason I’m here sharing my story with you…It was a deceptively lovely Tuesday morning in August...
Chapter 34
Though I’d much rather be soaring above the clouds or swept away by the sea, I had risen from the ashes before too. I could do it again. Besides, I was born in a fire. I'm not afraid to burn for a cause.
Chapter 31
I’ve always found that when something’s right for me, the path opens up. That opening comes with a feeling…the feeling I only know how to describe as expansive. Not restrictive.
Chapter 22
I understand the innate sensitivity of the ego. For this reason, I will cater to it briefly in the hopes of cutting through some of the delusions it likes to create…
Chapter 21
If there is anywhere I have failed in this memoir, it's here...where are the words to depict the experience of this type of love?? The way that the cells came together to create this being...
Chapter 19
I learned that many people tend to prefer the puddle to the ocean. I was yearning for depth, for meaning, for someone that understood me.
Chapter 18
He walked the path of crime in other ways, not at all knowing how to process the trauma he experienced in his own life. I recently learned that, like my mother, he too was brutalized as a child…brutalized in every way a child can be. No exaggeration.
Chapter 15
I didn't know that would be the last time I would ever see him, but I get now that he did. He told me that he prayed every day that I didn't end up like him.
Chapter 12
I understood early on that the world I lived in was crushingly realistic. Which, coincidentally, was quite the paradox for a world so far from understanding what was real.
Chapter 11
I believe that in life we are granted soulmates. Not only in the form of lovers. They can be found in friends or in your family if you're really lucky (it's harder to lose them this way).
Chapter 7
The love was so immense, the connection so strong, and the potential so real that I started to freak out internally. It would physically hurt to be away from him. I didn't understand it.
Chapter 3
You think you understand love until you recall memories like that...patience, unselfishness, perseverance...that's love.
In Bloom 