Advice comes in two kinds: that which looks good in calligraphy, and that which stabs. One is eat-pray-love and it’s bullshit. Keep a dream journal. Swallow the turmeric. Embrace your greys. Photograph your hands. Never say I told you so. The other is a harder seed. Toss out your blood pressure machine (it’s raising your blood pressure). Help your sister burn the ephemera of an ex-husband in your backyard. Heed your gut’s wrenching when it begs you not to trust (if you had, you might not be hosting a bonfire in the first place). Stay on your meds. Don’t expect men to not be men. Remember that just about anything can burn.