The problem was , you never heard anyone say,"wow, check out the brain on that babe.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

There is a place in you that you don't even know exists, where you can simply stand back and watch without feeling any pain.

Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

How could you beat an enemy you couldn't see?

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.