It's not intentions that matter. It's actions. We are what we do and say, not what we intend to.

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

She used to tell me that she couldn't feel the sunlight anymore, not even when she was standing in it, not even when it was hot on her cheeks

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.

A daughter without her mother is a woman broken. It is a loss that turns to arthritis and settles deep into her bones.

You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular powerful you?