“Mistake good because you learn, you fix.” “I don’t know how,” said Rosie. “Middle way.” “At home, there is no middle way. You’re male or you’re female. There’s no in between. You conform or you hide. You conform or you’re… — 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
