The at-home mother's life: it was a race with no finish line.

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

It had been years since she question his fidelity, but he'd stepped on to the old fame track again, and that was where the road had taken them before. Infidelity could be forgiven, but forgetting it was impossible. Strangely, that wasn't what bothered her the most. What bothered her was that she didn't really care.

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

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

I might screw up, I might embarrass you, I might yell at you, but I will never, ever stop loving you. You're my first born. The first time I held you... I fell in love so hard it cracked my bones.

Hands down, the hardest part for me is coming up with an idea. I spend about 14 months writing a book, and that's a lot of hours spent thinking about a single project. I simply have to love the idea. I'll go through dozens of workable ideas until I find the one that lights my fire.