Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.

For me, relationships are the real action movies. Bombs are exploding every day and the kitchen is Ground Zero.

I mean, I am still such the-good-girl. I want everybody to like me. I want everybody to be happy.

I've come to learn that the choices I labor over and go back and forth about and ask a million people for their opinions and make lists about those are always the wrong choices.

Whatever education I got was from experience and reading. But I also realize I wouldn't pass my friend's sixth-grade class.

Listen, I've always been very headstrong.

Because whatever I feel inside, it has a place to go. It just saves me over and over and over again.