Real mothers don't just listen with humble embarrassment to the elderly lady who offers unsolicited advice in the checkout line when a child is throwing a tantrum. We take the child, dump him in the lady's cart, and say, "Great. Maybe you can do a better job." Real mothers know that it's okay to eat cold pizza for breakfast. Real mothers admit it is easier to fail at this job than to succeed.

Every life has a soundtrack.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?