Don't waste your one beautiful life.

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.

My cousins and I used to play Beatle wives. We all wanted to be married to Paul, but John was O.K. too. None of us wanted Ringo. Or even worse, George.

Don't waste your one beautiful life.

We were a family that made our Halloween costumes. Or, more accurately, my mother made them. She took no suggestions or advice. Halloween costumes were her territory. She was the brain behind my brothers winning girl costume, stuffing her own bra with newspapers for him to wear under a cashmere sweater and smearing red lipstick on his lips.

I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.

Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.