The Hallmark Of My Books Is The

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.

It Was True; Always Had Been. Friendships Were Like Marriages In That Way. Routines And Patterns Were Poured Early And Hardened Like Cement.

She'd Been Criticized For Holding The Reins Of Parenthood Too Tightly, Of Controlling Her Children Too Completely, But She Didn't Know How To Let Go. From The Moment She'd First Decided To Become A Mother, It Had Been An Epic Battle.

Promises Were A Lot Like Impressions. The Second One Didn't Count For Much.

Girls Like You Can't Understand," Julia Said, And It Was True. Ellie Had Been Popular. She Didn't Know That Some Hurts Were Like A Once-broken Bone. In The Right Weather, They Could Ache For A Lifetime.