Time flies. Time flies faster every year. Time flies whether you're having fun or not, whether you're living your life big or small, whether you surround yourself with fear or laughter.

I heard a choking sound behind me. When I looked back, Cannoli was hanging from the backpack harness with her hind legs circling frantically in the air. She looked like she was riding a bike just above ground level. "Cannoli," I yelled. I unhooked her and made sure she was breathing on her own. When I tried to get her back in the backpack, she whimpered. I talked to her soothingly yet firmly, then tried again. This time she started howling like I was hurting her. People turned and stared as they walked by. "What are you looking at?" I said to one couple. I suddenly felt true remorse for every time I'd stared at a parent with a toddler throwing a tantrum. I made a vow to be a better aunt to Tulia's kids if I ever made it out of this parking garage. I pleaded with Cannoli one more time.

I just figured that was the life I picked, so I had to make the most of it.

Maybe part of find what you wanted was recognizing what you didn't want. Maybe there was hope for me yet.

If plan A doesn't work, the alphabet has 25 more letters - 204 if you're in Japan.

Everybody does stupid things in life. Some of us more than others. You think you're going to get away with it. Or one or both of you just stop thinking. But it happens. And when it does, you can keep drinking it like poison, or you can put it behind you and go make the most of the rest of your life.

Maybe part of finding what you wanted was recognizing what you didn’t want.

Why one human being is attracted to another is one of the great mysteries of the world.

He looks good for a while, but ya know, ya can’t shine a sneaker.

The remnants of his adolescent vulnerability were all over his face.

I was a lot braver when I was eight.

You never know what you're going to get with a pinball game," John said. "It's a lot like life. You can't control it, so you have to just roll with it and do the best you can. And if you do well enough, sometimes you get a bonus play.

I confronted the fact that I was not only talking to a dog, but answering for one.

I pulled my suitcase out of the backseat of my bug, along with Cannoli's new travel case, a spiffy animal print pet backpack on wheels. When I first saw it, I thought maybe the dog was supposed to wear the backpack, but it turned out the person wore the backpack with the dog in it.

There also wasn't one single bit of grass or dirt outside the airport. Even the median strip was a concrete sidewalk. Where did Atlanta's pet travelers pee? Maybe city dogs just learned to use the sidewalk. We kept walking. It looked like if we crossed the road that all the cars used to get onto the highway, we might come to a planted-up area, but we also might get killed. Finally, I just lifted Cannoli up and plopped her down on a great big ashtray built into the top of the trash barrel. "Good thing you're not a German shepherd," I said.

Because nobody knows you better than somebody who knew you way back then.

When my cell phone rang, I'd just finished cutting up my marriage mattress.

I'd spent so many years doing things I didn't really want to do for people I didn't really like.

If I didn’t have a job, I might have stayed in bed until I rotted.

Maybe if the right person floats into your life, you have to jump in with both feet and try to make it work before the tide turns.