In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

I always quit at three when my kids come home from school so I feel pretty spoiled

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I belonged. This was where I lived.

Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help