We can’t live other people’s lives for them. Even if we love them.
You couldn’t give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular powerful you?
Sometimes holding on was all you could do.
Oh, Mia. You haven’t even begun to find out who you really are, and, believe me, other boys are going to fall in love with you. If a guy can’t see how special you are, he isn’t good enough for you.
Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That’s the only way for it to get better.
Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.
Sometimes you simply made the wrong choice and you had to live with it. You could only change the future.
Some stories don’t have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories.
Goddamn, sometimes it hurt to be free.
The measure of a society is its compassion.
The hallmark of my books is the relationships that define women’s lives.
Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.
I can be a little OCD when it comes to my writing.
I am such a Pacific Northwest girl.
A romance novel focuses exclusively on two people falling in love. It can’t be about a woman caring for her aging mother or something like that. It can have that element, but it has to be primarily about the male-female relationship.
I prefer to scare myself in the ordinary ways, Daddy. Like letting my children cross the country for college. Why bungee jump when you can put a kindergartener on a school bus? Now, that’s real terror.
Whenever I write about motherhood – and I write about it a lot – I am drawing on my experiences as a mother and also my experiences as a daughter.
Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever.
When you’re a mom, you learn about fear. You’re always afraid. Always. About everything from cupboard doors to kidnappers to weather.
To lose love is a terrible thing. But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you’ll ever love anyone that deeply again?