Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.

In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.

When you look into your baby’s eyes,” Lacy said softly, “you see everything you hope they can be…not everything you wish they won’t become.

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.

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.

The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.