It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love... She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world..

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob..

I know about forgiving people and loving them anyway, even after they hurt you..

Honestly, I believe that the mother-daughter relationship is magical, complex, potentially dangerous, profoundly powerful, and deeply transformative.….

Fifteen minutes later, Betsy came thundering down the stairs. "I'm going to the mall with Sierra to see a movie." Michael leaned forward, switched of….

I might screw up, I might embarrass you, I might yell at you, but I will never, ever stop loving you. You're my first born. The first time I held you….

The measure of a society is its compassion..

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, makin….

Alice started to cry. It came with no sound, no shuddering, no childlike hysterics, just a soul-deep release that turned into moisture and dripped do….

The heat made people crazy. They woke from their damp bedsheets and went in search of a glass of water, surprised to find that when their vision clea….

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters..

It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her l….

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much..

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love co….

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart..

They would always be a family, but if she'd learned anything in the past few weeks it was that a family wasn't a static thing. There were always chan….

Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice..

The at-home mother's life: it was a race with no finish line..

We can't live other people's lives for them. Even if we love them..

It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by….

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said..