“What was clear, however, was that the Buddha was born male, then cut off all his hair one day and got enlightened, then ended up looking like a girl. And as if that weren’t enough, the Buddha also seemed to… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“You have to make these huge decisions on behalf of your kid, this tiny human whose fate and future is entirely in your hands,… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“But by the time those acquaintances became close friends, it was too late. Perhaps there was a perfect moment in between, when you were… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“Parenthood is like that...the harder the choice, the less likely any of the options are good ones” — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“...ultimately, eventually, we let go. We do this not because we're ready. We do this not because we've mended. We do this not because… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“How did you teach your small human that it’s what’s inside that counts when the truth was everyone was pretty preoccupied with what you… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“The real trick is you have to forge your way straight ahead through the trees where there is no path.” — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“Poems are surmountable. They have rhymes and rhythms to help you make meaning. They're short enough. . . to read and reread until you've… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“Writing a novel is like making soup. The base is a broth we make up wholesale—for instance, I have one child, not five, and… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“Easy is nice, but it’s not as good as getting to be who you are or stand up for what you believe in,” said… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“Turns out fixing people up is not how we make money. It's failing to fix people up while still giving them hope that soon… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
“. . . there was nothing yet to fear, and so he passed it off as joy, as heart-pounding, pulse-quaking joy. Not as a… — Laurie Frankel Copy Share Image
