It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

I have often wished in the past few years that my mom were here to help me as I raised my own teenage son. As a girl, with my own mom, I thought I knew it all; now I know better. Somewhere, I know my mom is smiling.

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

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

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

Books + friendship = book club

In the sea of grief, there were islands of grace, moments in time when one could remember what was left rather than all that had been lost.