Even Now, There Are Still Days So

I Was A Daughterless Mother. I Had Nowhere To Put The Things A Mother Places On Her Daughter. The Nail Polish I Used To Paint Our Toenails Hardened. Our Favorite Videos Gathered Dust. Her Small Apron Was In A Box In The Attic. Her Shoes - The Sparkly Ones, The Leopard Rain Boots, The Ballet Slippers - Stood In A Corner.

No Mother Should Lose Her Child.

Time Doesn't Heal, I Had Learned, It Just Keeps Moving. And It Takes Us With It.

Love Is Reliable. Infatuation Is Temporary.

No One Can Write Like Cheryl Strayed.