Books + Friendship = Book Club

She Is Like A Child Picking At A Scab, Unable To Stop Herself Even Though She Knows It Will Hurt.

I Am Such A Pacific Northwest Girl.

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

In The Sea Of Grief, There Were Islands Of Grace, Moments In Time When One Could Remember What Was Left Rather Than All That Had Been Lost.

Sometimes Being A Good Friend Means Saying Nothing.