
And so, dear counselor, I have no idea what’s in his bag

Stop to ask yourself if they’re heartless or heartbroken

Wanting love — it makes me human. Making mistakes — it makes me human. Learning from them and changing — makes me human

Your checking, criticizing, and controlling are destroying us

I don’t want conversations filled with awkward pauses

I know you’ve been given challenging kids

Why do you make it harder for me — and for you?

What went wrong, I still have no idea ,Dear “Big Sister”

I could say, “Welcome to real life, honey!” as I notice the remnants of cornflakes in your previously spotless sink. Bu ...

Please find pleasure in other things,

What a large body hides,