As chaos surrounds me, as tragedy befalls both those I know and those I don't know, all I want is an unremarkable life. This life I have now, full of family and laughter and frustration and never-ending laundry and not enough hours in the day.
I used to wish for fame, to be a published novelist, to be on Oprah. But now I think that is asking too much. I would rather move along quietly, under the radar. Because what I already have is all I've ever really wanted. More than I wanted. More than enough.
