In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

True love can break the most powerful curse

As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.

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

There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing -- light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light.

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?