All She Knows

Yet, it is also a miracle to get your work published see 1. Just try to bust yourself gently of the fantasy that publication will heal you, will fill the Swiss cheesey holes. Families; hard, hard, hard, no matter how cherished and astonishing they may also be. Earth is Forgiveness School. You might as well start at the dinner table. That way, you can do this work in comfortable pants. When Blake said that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love, he knew that your family would be an intimate part of this, even as you want to run screaming for your cute little life.

But that you are up to it. You can do it, Cinderellie. You will be amazed. The mystery of grace is that God loves Dick Cheney and me exactly as much as He or She loves your grandchild. The movement of grace is what changes us, heals us and our world. Laughter really is carbonated holiness, even if you are sick of me saying it. You will worship and serve something, so like St. Bob said, you gotta choose.

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Emerson said that the happiest person on earth is the one who learns from nature the lessons of worship. So go outside a lot, and look up. If they did, they could fly to freedom. Paul Tillich said the opposite of faith is not doubt, but certainty. If I could say one thing to our little Tea Party friends, it would be this.

The love of our incredible dogs and cats is the closest most of us will come, on this side of eternity, to knowing the direct love of God; although cats can be so bitter, which is not the god part: Jesus; Jesus would have even loved horrible, mealy mouth self-obsessed you, as if you were the only person on earth. But He would hope that you would perhaps pull yourself together just the tiniest, tiniest bit—maybe have a little something to eat, and a nap.

If you want to have a good life after you have grown a little less young, you must walk almost every day. There is no way around this. If you are in a wheelchair, you must do chair exercises. So f-ing hard to bear, when the few people you cannot live without die. You will never get over these losses, and are not supposed to.

We Christians like to think death is a major change of address, but in any case, the person will live fully again in your heart, at some point, and make you smile at the MOST inappropriate times. But their absence will also be a lifelong nightmare of homesickness for you. Grief, friends, time and tears will heal you. Tears will bathe and baptize and hydrate you and the ground on which you walk.

Hard to believe, but the truest thing I know. With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. We've sent daily emails for over 16 years, without any ads. Join a community of , by entering your email below. DailyGood is a portal that shares inspiring quotes and news stories that focus on the "good" we can find in our world daily along with a simple action to continue that goodness. Since , it has delivered positive news to subscriber inboxes for free by volunteers every day. My sober friend Paul O said, at eighty, that he felt like a young man who had something wrong with him.

Anyway, I thought I might take the opportunity to write down every single thing I know, as of today. Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you. Food; try to do a little better. Which wouldn't be hard considering the whole shop is decked out with holiday-themed treats. In the meantime, she strikes up a conversation with her coworker, Frank, who's the go-to heavy lifter.

He's got the stature and build of a bodybuilder, but on the inside, he's all fluff—a human teddy bear. They're admiring a string of snowflakes hanging down from the ceiling when Sally approaches from behind, lightly laying a hand on both of their forearms. Annabeth laughs as Sally sways off to greet more of her guests. Another one of the baker's joins in on her conversation with Frank, her smile wide and welcoming as she takes in the effort Sally put into decorating the place. When Sally comes back around again, stuffing sugar cookies in their hands—because according to her, they should not be empty handed—they compliment her hosting skills.

Annabeth feels a squeeze in her heart at the implication and suddenly she's glad she decided not to pay the airfare to travel back to California this holiday. Because there's no place comparable to the home she feels in this little bakery. Sally's smile is both parts proud and gratified—she looks behind her, as if searching for someone. Percy's such a great help to me. I'm lucky to have him. She'd almost forgotten about the plans Sally had for her tonight.

Stress mounted heavily in the pit of her stomach, pushing aside nerves and anxiety. She'd need a drink after this was done, but… there was something even better waiting for her on the other end of her cell phone, and she's already making plans to shoot him a text as soon as she's curled into the safety of her covers. Between us, I have a feeling he's in hiding. With a jolt, Annabeth realizes it's her this guy's hiding from. She doesn't blame him; maybe they could avoid each other for the rest of the night if she were that lucky.

But she knows she isn't and she also knows that Sally won't give up so easily. Her boss laughs a musical sound. Annabeth spares a halfhearted glare, wondering if she could sneak off to the bathroom before anyone noticed she'd fled. The thought dies as soon as Sally's delicate fingers circle her wrist and tug her toward that lone hand, which has now grown a body, slinking out from behind a group of people Annabeth knows to be some of Sally's most loyal customers. Her eyes start at his feet, and as they slowly work their way up not admiring what she's taking in, of course not , she comes into contact with a face that's—Well, with a face she's seen before, even if it doesn't immediately hit her.

At first she's not sure where she's seen him, but when those soft green eyes meet hers, widening comically in response, she's bombarded with memories of a late night in a strange apartment with a glorious man cradled between her legs.

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He clears his throat before thrusting a hand out; she finds it sweaty when she shakes it. The look Sally shares between them is nothing less than hopeful against all odds, and Annabeth swears she sees wedding bells and baby's rattles in the gleam of her eyes.

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Despite her shock, the most pressing feeling that descends upon her is internal annoyance, red hot frustration, because how in the fuck did she not make that connection? She shoots Sally a glance, one she hopes says "Please give me some privacy to get to know your son," rather than, "I already have and it was earth-shattering. Sally winks, not so slyly, and backs away with a grin. Percy's hand wraps around her elbow, leading her into an empty pocket of space by those blue cupcakes.

He eyes them, before turning to her, shock coating his features like a second skin.

She hopes it's not obvious that her eyes follow the movement, wishing she could do the same, at least one more time. Although I can't say it's miserable to see you in person again. She ignores the sudden weightlessness in her chest.

He's never once made her feel unworthy—he couldn't. It's with him that she's truly felt like she could be gold, right alongside him. He's her Something Jackson. The low tone of his voice dissolves her thoughts, focusing her attentions. Annabeth knows he's serious, but can't hold back the laugh. He's always making her laugh. She's not going to find out, Percy, she's going to think we've only met today.

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His shoulders droop a little like relief, and she has another thought. A hot red blush floods his cheeks and swims down the exposed skin of his neck. I was planning on texting you tonight. His eyes jump up to hers, and he lets out a goofy grin that she feels from the soles of her feet to the brim of her skull. Turning away again, he slips a cupcake off the table, unwrapping it and offering her half. She laughs, throaty and loud, because there's no one around to make her feel embarrassed about it. Humming, she knocks her half of the cupcake with his in cheers.

And I don't hate coffee. Percy grins, blue frosting smeared above his lip after he takes a bite and Annabeth doesn't know why it's so fucking endearing.

All She Knows

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That much was evident from the start. Frank and I can take it from here. I don't mind staying. She's long gone from her home in San Francisco. Well… "—I just know you two could be something really special.