Eventually, I told myself not to expect anything from him, and as a result it has gotten easier for me to take what comes.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

Q: How would you like your eggs in the morning? A: Unfertilized

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.