You can believe something really hard,' Faith says, 'and still be wrong.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?

The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

What’s the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you’re faking.