Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important.

But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.

Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

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

You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.