Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.
There's a story behind everything..but behind all your stories is always your mother's story..because hers is where yours begins.
the pain we suffer is a way to make us appreciate what comes next.
She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.
Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.
Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?