Things don't always look as they seem.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

I had absolutely no trauma in my childhood. If anyone ever assumed that my books were autobiographical, they'd be sorely disappointed, because none of these things happened to me.

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

Everyone still deserves to have their say.