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.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it’s there.

She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else.

I think we deserve a happily-ever-after." "If anyone ever did, it's us.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.

At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you was as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, 'This too shall pass' - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a milk nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.