That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

I was so thrilled that I was having a girl, because I just am so girly myself, but I think the teenage years are going to be very interesting.

Says the girl with no thyme.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.

but accepting help doesn‟t have to mean giving up control.

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.

You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!