I’ve traded time spent in conversation with just passing time.
What keeps us human is the shared experience of living.
Memories of my father center on his death and not his life.
I believe that there is magic in girls who become women together.
No matter how much we might want to give up, it is worth holding on for the ones we love.
The thing about loving other people’s children is that while they may feel as though they belong to you, they don’t, and their role in your life—and yours in theirs—is beyond your control.