That’s what separates the sane from the not: knowing madness is an option but declining to choose it.

But some of us cannot forget and will never forgive. We keep our axes sharp, ready to grind. We hold pleas for mercy between our teeth like jawbreakers.

The miracle of life is a lot less interesting when it’s someone else’s miracle.

So much can be achieved by listening.

We all make mistakes. You can always start fresh.

Because that’s what mothers do. We shelter the hardest truths from our children to keep them safe. We take the hit so they don’t have to feel the pain.

The debt between a child and her mother could never be repaid, like running a foot race against someone fifteen miles ahead of you. What hope did you have of catching up?

The bond between a mother and daughter is sacred. You know better than anyone that no matter how awful they are, we still find it in our hearts to love them.

It was easier to manipulate someone if they didn’t perceive you as a threat.