My boys. My girls.
Smiles from strangers.
Making you laugh.
Odd bursts of affection: giving and receiving.
Knowledge. Knowing the answers to questions.
My mother, my sister, my nieces and nephews.
The light that shines in the eyes of children.
Green chile burritos.
A clean house; no matter how fleeting.
Writing for the demons and juggling for the angels.
Staying up all night – even when exhausted – to finish the book that absorbs me.
Escape to wonderland.