The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.
She'd been in labor for nineteen hours; I completely understood why she wanted to pass the buck. 'You are so beautiful,' her husband crooned, holding up her shoulders.'You are so full of shit,' Lila s...
She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess.
Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.
Just because something is different does not mean it should not be respected.
Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?
I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the proces...
I want to believe there's a God. Because I sure as hell know there's a devil.
I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.
I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a...
But even if every house looked identical-if all the furnishings were the same- it still wouldn't feel like yours.That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with.
A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.
The best parenting advice I ever got was from a labor nurse who told me the following:1. After your baby gets here, the dog will just be a dog.2. The terrible twos last through age three.3. Never ask...
Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.
You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.
You know someone's right for you when the things they don't to say are even more important than the things they do.
What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.
What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.
We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn't have any.