...I also have an extended family. The people who stayed. The people who became more than friends; the people who open the door when I knock. That's what it all boils down to. The people who have to open the door, not because they always want to but because they do.

I've never really looked back.

Just have fun. Smile. And keep putting on lipstick.

We can grow gracefully, or gorgeously. I pick both.

My mother wasn't a stickler for the more practical approaches to life.

Relationships are hard. You're lucky if you find someone.

This living stuff is a lot. Too much, and not enough. Half empty, and half full.