I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.

I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.