Katie Chapman

“Long may we gather”
― Rebecca Serle, One Italian Summer

“We were finally comfortable in our own skin, and able to move through the world without comparison or envy or despair that we’d never be enough. Our bodies taught us the lesson of humility, because eventually, we were all the same.”
― Jennifer Probst, Our Italian Summer

“She is sure that tomorrow is not guaranteed and that too many women and men wait so long to say something, feel something, or go someplace. Too damn long”
― Kris Radish, Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral

“Maybe the human heart was just that messy, and all romance was deeply precarious, and the future was unresolved, and that was fine. Maybe that’s what true love actually was: an embrace of the chaotic unfolding. And maybe the only stories that had neat and certain conclusions were lies and fables and conspiracies. Maybe it was like Dr. Sanborne said: certainty was just a story the mind created to defend itself against the pain of living. Which meant, almost by definition, that certainty was a way to avoid living. You could choose to be certain, or you could choose to be alive.”
― Nathan Hill, Wellness