The At-home Mother's Life: It Was A

You Will Always Miss Her. There Will Be Days - Even Years From Now - When The Missing Will Be So Sharp It Will Take Your Breath Away. But There Will Be Good Days, Too, Months And Years Of Them. In One Way Or Another You'll Be Searching For Her All Your Life.

And No One Drank Just One Shot Of Tequila.

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.

The Heat Made People Crazy. They Woke From Their Damp Bedsheets And Went In Search Of A Glass Of Water, Surprised To Find That When Their Vision Cleared, They Were Holding Instead The Gun They Kept Hidden In The Bookcase.

Sometimes You Simply Made The Wrong Choice And You Had To Live With It. You Could Only Change The Future.