1. “Choose a windy day and stand at any spot out in the country. Then (this part is important) turn your back to the wind. Open the box and toss the ashes into the air. For the first time in my well-planned life, let the wind take me where it may.”

    Death
  2. “I had grown weirdly protective of my Franken-scar. I wanted it to remain messy and strange and a little puzzling. That felt right to me.”

    Personal Essay
  3. Donna-Louise Bishop on dealing with disappointment in a marriage: “Sometimes, even maybe most of the time, one of us has to love that little bit harder.”

    Relationships
  4. “Why is sentimentality considered such a ‘sweet fear’? It can portray an overly saccharine and false portrait of the world, for one. And as many have declared, that sentiment has no place in climbing.”

    Commentary
  5. “Nothing opens the mind and heart to a spiritual experience like solitude. It may not always be easy, and there will undoubtedly be some lonesome, wistful moments, but it is these very moments that allow a spiritual journey to unfold.”

    Books
  6. “As an introvert, you need to know yourself. What you need, and what stresses you out. It’s not about what you can do. Most introverts can impersonate social butterflies when necessary. . . . It’s about balancing the cost of those performances with your own mental health.”

    Personal Musings
  7. “We abuse time, make it our enemy. We try to contain and control it, or, at the very least, outrun it. Your new-model, even faster phone; your finger on the “Close” button in the elevator; your same-day delivery.”

    Books
  8. “I’ve added ice to my drinks, a way to quiet the burn. Only to learn that though flesh burns, bones don’t.”

    Authors
  9. “Good writing must be a constant oscillation between unselfconscious momentum and self-examination. You must look beyond your immediate impulse in order to avoid what’s easy, hackneyed, unexaminedly ideological, and what’s merely smooth and pleasant to the inner ear.”

    Inspiration
  10. These days, I don’t wear my glasses when I’m out in public. . . . I can see the world, but it’s out of focus. I can’t make out faces, recognize friends. Most importantly, I can’t tell where anyone is looking. If men’s eyes consume me, I’d rather not know.

    Essay