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

I have always written about subjects that engage me - questions I can't answer myself. They apparently tend to be big moral and ethical issues!

Logical thinking keeps you from wasting time worrying, or hoping. It prevents disappointment. Imagination, on the other hand, only gets you hyped up over things that will never realistically happen.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

All writers start with a layer of truth, don't they? If not, their stories would be nothing but spools of cotton candy, a fleeting taste wrapped around nothing but air.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.