If she wasn't careful, she'd slide without a ripple into the gently flowing stream of her old life, pulled back under the current without a wimper of protest. Another housewife lost in the flow.

Real friends. The kind that don't purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.

I can be a little OCD when it comes to my writing.

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

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

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They don't call it falling for nothing. -Kate