Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

A lot of the moms of autistic kids I met are so consumed with being their child's advocate that there's no room for anything else - least of all themselves. It's why so many marriages end in divorce, when a child is diagnosed on the spectrum.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

Just because fate had thrown another obstacle in my way didn't mean I had to give up my dreams.

She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.