It Isn’t About Being At

Jude Remembered This Pain. Every Woman Had Felt Some Version Of It: The End Of First Love. It Was When You Learned, For Good And Always, That Love Could Be Impermanent.

Nothing Was Easier To Shatter Than The Fragile Shield Of An Idealist.

A Daughter Without Her Mother Is A Woman Broken. It Is A Loss That Turns To Arthritis And Settles Deep Into Her Bones.

Real Friends. The Kind That Don't Purposely Hurt Your Feelings Or Stop Liking You For No Reason.

They Would Always Be A Family, But If She'd Learned Anything In The Past Few Weeks It Was That A Family Wasn't A Static Thing. There Were Always Changes Going On. Like With Continents, Sometimes The Changes Were Invisible And Underground, And Sometimes They Were Explosive And Deadly. The Trick Was To Keep Your Balance. You Couldn't Control The Direction Of Your Family Any More Than You Could Stop The Continental Shelf From Breaking Apart. All You Could Do Was Hold On For The Ride.