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

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.

maybe there is more to a person than a body and a mind. maybe something else figures into the mix— not a soul, exactly, but a spirit that hints you might one day be greater, stronger than you are now. a promise; a potential.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time” . . . they’re lying

I feel I'm able to get rid of any demons lurking in my psyche through my writing, which leaves me free to create all of this and to enjoy our family life, stepping away from all the fictional traumas and the dramas. If I write about family in crisis, then I won't have to live through it, I guess.