If You Tell Yourself You Feel Fine,

Where Did You Go?" "to The End Of The Driveway," My Mother Says. "i Was Nine Months Pregnant; That Was The Maximum Distance I Could Waddle Without Feeling As If My Uterus Was Falling Out." I Wince. "do You Have To Be Quite So Graphic?" "what Would You Like Me To Call It, Zoe? A Fetal Living Room?

Sometimes Words Are Not Big Enough To Contain All The Feelings You Are Trying To Pour Into Them.

See, As Much As You Want To Hold On To The Bitter Sore Memory That Someone Has Left This World, You Are Still In It

Just So You Know, When They Say "once Upon A Time” . . . They’re Lying

Instead Of Doing The Best Thing, We Sometimes Have To Settle For The Rightest Thing.