My mother was an avid readerShe loved books about romance. Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes

Energy has to be fed from a source. If you don't feed the source, it dissipates entirely.Same is true of liking a boy. If you cut off the thoughts, if you stop pinning, you're free to find a boy who is attainable.

I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

If there is one thing I hope my books do always and forever, its that they honor working people.

Beware the things of this world that can mean everything or nothing.

Two different things. Work is survival, and love sustains you. You have work anytime. But love? Not always.