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.

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.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.

All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.

And that was the greatest heartbreak of all- no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.