We understood her desire to remain in her home and knew it had nothing to do with her not loving or missing us
Suddenly it is not about me and not about the girls whose hands I am holding steel tight. It is about all of our hands
Shaina may be smiling but I’ve been officially triggered. She’s right — breakfast most certainly did not look like this when she was growing up
My brother-in-law doesn’t appear very emotional about discovering this long-lost brother. He’s still hondling, and Mr. Kushinski still isn’t budging
When you’re not thinking about it, there’s restlessness and emptiness in your being. You turn the music up loud just to feel something beat in you
Yes, they are all slowpokes, and if only they would try to speed up a little…. But alas, the real fault lieth in me
