It‘s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

I was adrift in a sea of questions and if answers were lifeboats, I was in imminent danger of drowning.

He made a lousy passenger, barking instructions I ignored

Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

And then what? Said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Lane, I didn't mean to wrinkle your lovely blouse. May I press that for you?' Or perhaps you gouged it with one of your pretty pink nails?" I was really beginning to wonder what his hang-up with pink was, but I didn't resent the sarcasm in his voice.