I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me

As an author, I get paid to break my own heart on a regular basis.

He'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

All good things come to an end. All bad things go on forever.

Some things just can't be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.

Hope can get you through anything.