Sometimes Holding On Was All You Could

I Guess No One Stays Friends For More Than Thirty Years Without Broken Hearts Along The Way.

If She Wasn't Careful, She'd Slide Without A Ripple Into The Gently Flowing Stream Of Her Old Life, Pulled Back Under The Current Without A Wimper Of Protest. Another Housewife Lost In The Flow.

The Hallmark Of My Books Is The Relationships That Define Women's Lives.

Sometimes Being A Good Friend Means Saying Nothing.

I Didn't Know How...deep Love Ran, How It Was In Your Blood, Not Your Heart, And How That Same Blood Pumped Through Your Veins Your Whole Life.