I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

Who spit in your porridge?

I think once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.

If you want to love a parent you have to understand the incredible investment he or she has in you. If you are a parent, and you want to be loved, you have to deserve it.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.