Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

There was a certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?