True love is supposed to make you into a better person-uplift you.

Although I'm sure there are plenty of tall, gorgeous, life-of-the-party guys who are also true to their wives, I happen to believe that a disproportionate number of them are cheaters.

There are two kinds of women--those who eat in a crisis and those who lose their appetite in a crisis.

In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

But now I can see that there is redemption and beauty in an accident emanating from love.

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy?

I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.