Between my daughters' play rehearsals, my son's lacrosse, and my reporting job, I'm logging in a lot of driving hours. So I have returned to audio books. I love it. Now the driving doesn't seem like such lost time.

I just finished listening to "A Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. You may remember the hubub about this book. The author said it was a memoir and got on Oprah. After Oprah he admitted it was fiction, pissing off the big O.

whatever.
It is a compelling story that you should avoid if you can't stand cussing. If you think your life is a mess, this is sure to give you some perspective. I'm sure he's got you beat.

The bottom line, whether or not the author meant it, is that a little love goes a long way. Imperfect love, love grudgingly given, weak dependent love, the hope of love, any love at all is worth living for.
Anyone out there read it?

Do you think you can have too much love? I think it is possible. I have declined offers of love because of its dependent and smothering nature. I suppose either extreme can be overwhelming. Maybe some kinds of love are easier to balance than others.