Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.
You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.
Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.
When you're a parent you find yourself looking at the unknown that is your child, trying to find a piece of yourself inside her, because sometimes that is what it takes to claim.
In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.
I have the most devoted and loyal following. I could probably type up my grocery list and they'd all want to read it. I love that they're willing to let me go wherever I need to go as an author, and they're happy to come along for the ride as the reader.