I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have

I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

It's not knowing how to write that makes you interesting, it's what you write.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

I had really great parents who always gave me lots of opportunity for choice, but I didnt always realize how rare that was for a girl for them to say, You can be a mom or have a career or do both or do something we havent thought of yet.