The At-home Mother's Life: It

Memories Are Who We Are. In The End, That's All The Luggage You Take With You. Love And Memories Are What Last.

The Measure Of A Society Is Its Compassion.

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

Thoughts - Even Fears - Were Airy Things, Formless Until You Made Them Solid With Your Voice And Once Given That Weight, They Could Crush You.

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.