Not all forms of abuse leave bruises.

I love what I do. I'm so lucky.

This is fusion, when two people become one. They are so close and so well suited to each other that they blend together. They merge and can't live without each other after that.

I write about the things that happen to us all. The things that are tough, the things that matter, from a loved one fighting an illness, to losing a job, being betrayed by somebody you trust, all parts of the human condition. No one is exempt from those things.

So often people tell me: you got me through this, you've really helped me. And I never realized that part of what I do is that I give people hope.

...there were no guarantees in life, only promises and whispers.

Who doesn't need hope in their lives: hope that something can change, that someone cares, that not only bad things happen unexpectedly but good things can happen to us too?