Ross held her face between his hands and kissed her. He tasted doubt on her tongue and pain on the roof of her mouth. He swallowed these, and drank again. Consumed, she had no choice but to see how empty he was inside, and how, sip by sip, she filled him.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

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.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.