I Learn From My Own Daughter That

Was There A Language Of Loss? Did Everyone Who Suffered Speak A Different Dialect?

Sometimes There Aren't Words. The Silence Between Us Is Flung Wide As An Ocean. But I Manage To Reach Across It, To Wrap My Arms Around Him.

Sometimes It Made Her Want To Put Her Fist Through Glass; Other Times, It Made Her Cry A River.

I Don't Understand Why It's A Sin If You Love Something And Want To Keep It From Having To Suffer.

If We Don't Change The Direction We Are Headed, We Will End Up Where We Are Going.