Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

You can be strapped to the most stable chair and still feel the world give way beneath you.

You okay in there?" "No, I'm hanging from a closet rod.

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

My friends say I have two speeds: fast and blistering.

I have a sister, so I know-that relationship, it's all about fairness: you want your sibling to have exactly what you have-the same amount of toys, the same number of meatballs on your spaghetti, the same share of love. But being a mother is completely different. You want your child to have more than you ever did. You want to build a fire underneath her and watch her soar. It's bigger than words.