...when people we love make choices, we don't always understand them. But we can go on loving them, just the same. It isn't a matter of comprehension. It's forgiveness.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

you can love a person and still hate the decisions they've made, can't you?

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.