A Scar Is Never Ugly. That Is

I Am A Woman Built Upon The Wreckage Of Myself.

If I Could Not Smile, I Think My Situation Would Be Even More Serious.

Looking After A Very Sick Child Was The Olympics Of Parenting.

Andrew Had A Gift For Deepening The Incision He Began.

This Is The Forked Tongue Of Grief Again. It Whispers In One Ear: Return To What You Once Loved Best, And In The Other Ear It Whispers, Move On.