There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.
Sue Monk Kiddall that paddling around in the alphabet soup of one's childhood, scooping up letters, hoping to arrange them into enlightening sentences that would explain why things had turned out the way they had. It evoked a certain mutiny in me.
Sue Monk KiddI wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.
Sue Monk Kidd