Eight years ago friends gifted me a collection of stories by Miranda July. I read the first story. It was good – quirky and real and good. Then work distracted me. Then I misplaced the book. But I never forgot the title.
It’s the kind of statement that stops you because you know in your bones it’s an absolute TRUTH. Those words strung together in that particular order disintegrate some layer of nonsense that you picked up in your life. And the words change you from the inside out. It’s the kind of statement that every child should be bathed in from the minute they draw their first breath. What a difference that could make.