In The Sea Of Grief, There Were

It Was True; Always Had Been. Friendships Were Like Marriages In That Way. Routines And Patterns Were Poured Early And Hardened Like Cement.

Thoughts - Even Fears - Were Airy Things, Formless Until You Made Them Solid With Your Voice And Once Given That Weight, They Could Crush You.

Whenever I Write About Motherhood - And I Write About It A Lot - I Am Drawing On My Experiences As A Mother And Also My Experiences As A Daughter.

It's Not Intentions That Matter. It's Actions. We Are What We Do And Say, Not What We Intend To.

I Have Often Wished In The Past Few Years That My Mom Were Here To Help Me As I Raised My Own Teenage Son. As A Girl, With My Own Mom, I Thought I Knew It All; Now I Know Better. Somewhere, I Know My Mom Is Smiling.