May you bring unconditional love and infinite peace.

The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.

Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.

What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm—what if I'm broken for good?

But I want you to know that you're a beautiful girl, far more beautiful than I ever was at your age, and that starving yourself to compete with all of those skinny celebrities who spend half their lives checking in and out of rehab is not only a completely unreasonable and unattainable goal, but will only end up making you sick.