maybe there is more to a person than a body and a mind. maybe something else figures into the mix— not a soul, exactly, but a spirit that hints you might one day be greater, stronger than you are now. a promise; a potential.

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.