Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do you have my purple sock with the heart on the ankle? Carmabelle: No. Like I'd wear your socks. Carmen looked from her computer screen down to her feet. To her dismay, her socks were two faintly different shades of purple. She rotated her foot to get a view of her anklebone. Carmabelle: Ahem. Might possibly have sock.

There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.

Sometimes it is a relief to be invisible