I Am Such A Pacific Northwest Girl.

That Was What A Best Friend Did: Hold Up A Mirror And Show You Your Heart.

He Was Afraid That The Secrets She'd Kept Would Always Be Here, Inside Him, An Ugly Malignant Thing Lodged Near Enough To His Heart To Upset Its Rhythm, And Though It Could Be Removed, Cut Out, There Would Always Be Scars; Bits And Pieces Of It Would Remain In His Blood, Making It Wrong Somehow, So That If He Accidentally Sliced His Skin Open, His Blood Would--for One Heartbeat--flow As Black As India Ink Before It Remembered That It Should Be Red.

We Women Make Choices For Others, Not For Ourselves, And When We Are Mothers, We...bear What We Must For Our Children. You Will Protect Them. It Will Hurt You; It Will Hurt Them. Your Job Is To Hide That Your Heart Is Breaking And Do What They Need You To Do.

The Measure Of A Man Comes Down To Moments, Spread Out Like Dots Of Pain On The Canvas On Life. Everything You Were, Everything You'll Someday Be, Resides In The Small, Seemingly Ordinary Choices Of Everyday Life.....each Decision Seems As Insignificant As A Left Turn On An Unfamiliar Road When You Have No Destination In Mind. But The Decisions Accumulate Until You Realize One Day That They've Made You The Man That You Are.

What Shall We Drink To?" "how About Family?" Stacy Said, Showing Up Just In Time To Pour A Fourth Shot. "to Those Who Are Here, Those Who Are Gone, And Those Who Are Lost." And She Clicked Glasses With Mom