I used to tell my writing students that they must write the books they wished they could come upon - because then the books they hungered and thirsted for would exist.
I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.
I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother's Day. I didn't want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.
We're often ashamed of asking for so much help because it seems selfish or petty or narcissistic, but I think, if there's a God - and I believe there is - that God is there to help. That's what God's job is.