Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

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.

Read a ton. Take a workshop course so you learn to give and get criticism.

Why are terms of endearment always food? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. Its not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you.

You are only as invincible as your smallest weakness, and those are tiny indeed - the length of a sleeping baby's eyelash, the span of a child's hand. Life turns on a dime, and - it turns out - so does one's conscience.

You get through it, you just never get over it