I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.

I have a sister, so I know-that relationship, it's all about fairness: you want your sibling to have exactly what you have-the same amount of toys, the same number of meatballs on your spaghetti, the same share of love. But being a mother is completely different. You want your child to have more than you ever did. You want to build a fire underneath her and watch her soar. It's bigger than words.

I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

I would figure out, later, how to explain to my boss that, for me, Delia will never be a story, but a happy ending.

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.

the relationship between people knot so easily, there needs to be a person skilled at working free the threads. Sometimes, though, the only way to extricate a tangle is to cut it out and start fresh.