“This morning I wondered who I’d be if she hadn’t died when I was still soft clay. It’s hard to imagine.”

When you love people — and I love my friend Kate Mapother — you want for them what they want for themselves. So obviously I wish with my whole heart she had more time with her beautiful mom, just like I wish I had more time with mine. But I don’t ever wonder who she’d be if she were different, or wish that she were, because I really can’t imagine a better human being.

And her writing speaks for itself

✨🤍