Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you.

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself.

As it turns out, you can function while your heart is being torn to shreds.

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

Tradionally, parents made decisions for a child, because presumably they are looking out for his or her best interests. But if they are blinded, instead, by the best interests of another one of their children, the system breaks down.