Sublime

I save all my emails.

our mortality in mind (or as I like to call it, “the holy shitness of being alive”),

There is a person out there who has loved me more than anyone and I’ve loved him more than anyone. But he is just a person out there. And that’s how our story has to end.

Fat was a concern, an error, something to be cured of; a but between you and everything good.

“Can’t be no one, Aug,” Nora pointed out, mouth full of biscuit. “You’ve a hole in you.” “Yes. I noticed that.”

required. Although these last few years have been wrenching and difficult—sometimes almost impossible—they have also been the most beautiful and profound of my life, requiring the daily act of holding life and death, joy and pain in balance and exploring new depths of gratitude and love.

safe. The Ache keeps me fine, which is another word for half dead.

Nuland was a renowned surgeon-philosopher whose seminal book about mortality, How We Die, had come out when I was in high school but made it into my hands only in medical school. Few books I had read so directly and wholly