Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future.

I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.