The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer.

There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.

Life isn't perfect. It's not supposed to be. We all make mistakes. You bash your head against the wall and you get hurt, but you walk away and make the best of it. And that's what makes it life, Brenna, not perfection. You'll never find happiness if you only expect to find a perfect life. Happiness is something we reach for while we try to learn from our disappointments.

Sometimes hope is all we have, and to lose that is to lose all.

We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough

The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.

Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.