That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

That was the one thing she knew now. Some chances came and went, and if you missed them, you could spend the rest of your life standing alone, waiting for an opportunity that had already passed you by.

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

I know about forgiving people and loving them anyway, even after they hurt you.

When you're a mom, you learn about fear. You're always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather.

what shall we drink to?" "How about family?" Stacy said, showing up just in time to pour a fourth shot. "To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." and she clicked glasses with mom

I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship].