Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn’t have a lot to do with hating my job. From the bar exam through that first hellish year as an associate, Nate was my escape. And sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

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

I don't really know why I went to law school.

Often I feel that projects overwhelm us when we look at how many hours are involved until completion. But just getting started is usually not that difficult.

You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.

[The] maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces.