“She cupped my face. “Wilbur, you are so sexy when you’re not pretending to be an eighties butt-rocker.” “You know what’s not sexy?” “What?” she said on a breath between laying kisses on my cheek. “June pooping on the floor.”… — Renee Carlino Copy Share Image
“It’s the only way to know you’re really in love, when you ask the question would it be harder to watch him die, or to know he’ll watch me die? Is there more mercy in being the one who does the watching or in being the one who does the dying? It’s when you realize what mercy-killing actually means, it’s… — Renee Carlino Copy Share
“Martha would come over every week and check on Mia and work with her on relaxation and breathing exercises to prepare for the natural labor. Jenny was on board with the natural thing too, so of course she and Mia dragged Tyler and me to the Bradley Birthing Method classes. It was hysterical; we had to get in all kinds… — Renee Carlino Copy Share
“He gave me the biggest bear hug and lifted me off the ground in the process. “Oh, man, that’s awesome news, bro.” A bear… — Renee Carlino Copy Share Image
“Gratitude is the quality of being thankful and the readiness to show appreciation in return.” — Renée Carlino Copy Share Image
“Leave your life. Leave everyone you love, every care, every stress, every commitment. Live alone. Understand what it feels like to know that if you go into cardiac arrest, choke on a piece of hot dog, or get electrocuted, no one will find you. You’ll rot. No one will mourn you. Imagine this feeling haunting your thoughts for the rest… — Renée Carlino Copy Share
“I believe you have to protect your relationship with God more than any other, Charlotte. Whether you believe in God or not, whether you… — Renee Carlino Copy Share Image
“I am a man. I've dated, but I'm not interested in sleeping around. I want to be with someone who intrigues me, who can… — Renée Carlino Copy Share Image
“Share your special soul with me And I promise to Give you all of mine” — Renee Carlino Copy Share Image
“When Tyler got to my apartment, he looked disappointed. Scowling and shaking his head, he said, “What are you wearing?” I had on a red T-shirt that said “Sup” on it and black jeans. “I like this shirt. What’s wrong with it?” “Don’t you have any shirts that don’t have writing on them?” I walked back to my room, tore… — Renee Carlino Copy Share
