Such a mysterious business, motherhood. How brave a woman must be to embark on it.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.
Scars are just another kind of memory.
Once a child gets into your heart, there’s no right or wrong about it.
There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.