“You okay?” a silver-haired man asked, steadying her by the arm as she panted. “Yeah…thanks,” she said. “—sleeping together really implies exclusivity anymore, do you?” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“I wanted it back there, where I can’t see it, to remind me that …” He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “Sometimes even though… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“I’d only watch the Kardashians and the Real Housewives if they were in a Hunger Games-style death match. Sitting” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“You know, some people say grief is like an ocean,” I said. “I think that’s true. It’s deep and dark and bigger than you can even wrap your mind around. It takes you to places that are scary and unknown. But none of it is wrong. If feeling angry right now helps you get out of bed in the morning… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share
“Emma bounded down the stairs with the Carson family dog, Hugo, on her heels. “Mom, can I go to the mall with Layla?” she… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“Friends tell you what you want to hear,” Dani said. “Real friends tell you what you need to hear.” — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“No phone. She shook her head with frustration at how utterly and completely reliant she was on the thing. Her train left in seven… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“summer sky, full of promise. Few colors could convey such a wide range of emotions just based on shade. Pale blue felt light and… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“And then one day, one of my daughters sat me down and told me that even though he was gone, I wasn’t. That it… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“The two of us were bound together by the thread of grief, but it wasn't just our mutual losses that united us. We'd survived… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“Love you, too.” She hurried off the train when the doors whooshed open, running the short distance to Wright Design. Just as she reached… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
“There were so many thoughts in my head at that moment. I wanted to tell her she made me wish I could have something… — Brenda Rothert Copy Share Image
