Nobody's strong enough to be a parent. We just do it, blindly, going forward on faith and love and hope. That's all it is...Being afraid...and going on.

Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future.

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

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.

We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we...bear what we must for our children. You will protect them. It will hurt you; it will hurt them. Your job is to hide that your heart is breaking and do what they need you to do.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.