What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?

And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

I wake at 5 or 5:30 most mornings, make myself a latte and grab a cookie, write until 10 or 11, go have my favorite meal, 'second breakfast,' or grab coffee with friends, or play basketball. Then, around noon, I begin apologizing via email for the manuscripts I can't get to.

What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?

Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.

I've been a dad since I was nineteen, so I think a lot about fatherhood and the power of that sacrifice in your life.

The form is so malleable and can do so many things.