Memories Are Who We Are. In The

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 Could Be Impermanent.

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

If She Wasn't Careful, She'd Slide Without A Ripple Into The Gently Flowing Stream Of Her Old Life, Pulled Back Under The Current Without A Wimper Of Protest. Another Housewife Lost In The Flow.

Honestly, I Believe That The Mother-daughter Relationship Is Magical, Complex, Potentially Dangerous, Profoundly Powerful, And Deeply Transformative. To Put It Simply, All Of Us Have This Relationship, And In A Very Real Way, "none Of Us Comes Out Alive." We Are All Formed First As Daughters And Then Tested As Mothers. There's Nothing Like Motherhood To Make Us Reassess How We Were As Daughters.

Oh, Mia. You Haven’t Even Begun To Find Out Who You Really Are, And, Believe Me, Other Boys Are Going To Fall In Love With You. If A Guy Can’t See How Special You Are, He Isn’t Good Enough For You.