In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

There are so many ways to betray someone. You can whisper behind his back. You can deceive him on purpose. You can deliver him into the hands of his enemy, when he trusts you. You can break a promise. The question is, if you do any of those things, are you also betraying yourself?

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?

My favorite part of any event is a Q&A. I do get asked a lot of the same questions but every now and then someone surprises me - and I LOVE that.

When you look into your baby’s eyes,” Lacy said softly, “you see everything you hope they can be…not everything you wish they won’t become.