Status Updates From Somebody's Someone

Oooh boy :(

Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel includes some stress, like car accidents and dead prepaid phones and mysterious missing mothers who never call back.

Sometimes being sleepy is the only thing that will save you from the problems of the world, and closing your eyes is all you can do.

At least when we sleep, we have dreams. And sometimes they’re sweet.

I like Benny, Daisy, and Nixon :)

Seems as if we human beings always admire the opposite of us, want what we don’t have.

Life is full of decisions,” she says. “Decisions and questions, and the only one with the answers is you. But here’s the thing, Ruby. There’s no right answer and no wrong answer. Because whichever choice you make is the right one for you, at that moment, in the course of a lifetime. You live and you learn. It all works out. No matter what.”

Really hope brighter days are ahead in this country and in general.

I don’t even answer, because they just don’t get it no matter how much I explain the big words and the initials of the sickness. I could talk until I’m blue in the face, but those kids would just have to live it before they understand it.

And that’s why I get quiet sometimes. Because kids who live in a place where homeless people do not exist will never understand.

I don’t know what money has to do with how good of a person you are, but there you go. Life in America, I guess. The United States of Paychecks.

Whenever things aren’t going so good, I always wonder: How can everything look so normal, even when it’s not?

We need to keep the faith, Ruby,” Aunt Marion always says, pressing her hand to her heart as if love can bring Mama back. “All we can do is hope and pray. Giving up is not an option.”

Aunt Marion’s soft face sags pale as a wrinkled bedsheet and her eyes swim tired with tiny red lines like an old road map, which makes it appear to me as if she’s running short on faith herself. So, I try to keep upbeat,

That’s the problem with posters of Missing People. There’s no breath or heartbeat or voice or warm skin, just words and ink and hope on paper.