I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to gather dust. Maybe that was the process more commonly described as bonding: the act of learning your child as well as you know yourself.

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.

Time is an optical illusion- never quite as soild or strong as we think it is

Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

I don't believe in writer's block. Most of writer's block is having too much time on your hands. My mantra is that you can always edit a bad page; you can't edit a blank page.

How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.