And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

Thoughts - even fears - were airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice and once given that weight, they could crush you.

Nina knew the power of black and white images. Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

From the first time we met, we knew everything that mattered about each other, didn't we? We just knew. I guess that's what best friends are: parts of each other.

No mother. Two small words, and yet within them lay a bottomless well of pain and loss, a ceaseless mourning for touches that were never received and words of wisdom that were never spoken. No single word was big enough to adequately describe the loss of your mother.

You will always miss her. There will be days - even years from now - when the missing will be so sharp it will take your breath away. But there will be good days, too, months and years of them. In one way or another you'll be searching for her all your life.

Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.