We women. as glue for the family. lead lives that are important and conflicted. What we women choose to give up for our families is important and valid.

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

I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without broken hearts along the way.

I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship].

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

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.

That was the one thing she knew now. Some chances came and went, and if you missed them, you could spend the rest of your life standing alone, waiting for an opportunity that had already passed you by.