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

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

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob.

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

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.

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

She still felt shell-shocked by all of it, numb. Beneath the numbness, though, was a raw and terrible anger that was unlike anything she'd felt before. She had so little experience with genuine anger that it scared her. She actually worried that if she started screaming, she'd never stop.