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That's How Life Is. Sometimes There Are Happy Endings, Sometimes There Aren't, And More Often There Are Shades Of Gray.

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That's How Life Is. Sometimes There Are Happy Endings, Sometimes There Aren't, And More Often There Are Shades Of Gray.

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No Scratch The Word "career". Careers Are People Who Wish To Advance. I Only Want To Survive, Draw A Paycheck. This Is Merely A Job. I Can Take Or Leave This Place. I Start To Imagine Quitting And Following My Yet-to-be-determined Passion.

Buried Beneath Disappointment And Fear, Anger And Pride, I Just Might Find It In My Heart To Forgive.

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Black And White

One More Chnce. Words That My Mother Heard, More Than Once. Words That Women Debate. Whether You Can Forgive And Whether You Should Trust. I Think Of All The Judgment From Society, Friends, And Family, The Overwhelming Consensus Seeming To Be That You Should Not Grant Someone Who Betrayed You A Second Chance. That You Should Do Everything You Can To Keep The Knife Out Of Your Back, And To Protect Your Heart And Pride. Cowards Give Second Chances. Fools Give Second Chances. And I Am No Coward, No Fool.

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And Like A Favorite Old Movie, Sometimes The Sameness In A Friend Is What You Like The Most About Her.

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I Will Find The Good In This Loss. I Will Make Something Happen That Wouldn't Have Happened Otherwise.

Yet Here We Are, Two Children And A Broken Promise Later, Standing Before Each Other, Just The Way We Stood That Day At The Alter, With Equal Parts Love And Hope. And Once Again, I Close My Eyes, Ready To Take A Leap Of Faith, Ready For The Long, Hard Road Ahead. I Have No Idea How It's Going To Turn Out, But Then Again, I Never Really Did.

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I Think The Most Well-adjusted People Live In The Present With An Eye Toward The Future - I'm Not Among Those.

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Don't You Wish We Could Pick The People We Love?" "yeah," I Say. "or Just Make The People We Love Want The Same Things We Want.

I Think Of How Each Person In A Marriage Owes It To The Other To Find Individual Happiness, Even In A Shared Life. That This Is The Only Way To Grow Together, Instead Of Apart.

Individual Happiness

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Live In The Moment

It's The Worst Thing To Fall In Love With Someone Who Will Never Stop Disappointing You.

Falling In Love

It's Like When Someone Dies, The Initial Stages Of Grief Seem To Be The Worst. But In Some Ways, It's Sadder As Time Goes By And You Consider How Much They've Missed In Your Life. In The World.

Well, Shoes, Bags And Clutches Are Usually My Big Weaknesses - My Husband Always Laughs When I Call Them 'investment Pieces.'

You See Yourself As Very Average, Ordinary. And There Is Nothing Ordinary About You, Rachel." (something Borrowed)

You Can Run But You Can't Hide

Life's Not Black-and-white. Sometimes The Ends Justifies The Means.

Black And White

Guilt Is A Supreme Waste Of Time And Energy.

Throw In The Intensity Of Emotions That Come With That Bittersweet Summer Sandwiched Between High School Graduation And The Rest Of Your Life.

Rest Of Your Life

Inevitably I Draw On My Own Relationships When I Write, So If I'm Writing About A Fight Between A Husband And His Wife, Of Course I'm Going To Think About A Recent Fight With My Husband. Or If I'm Writing About Sisters, Of Course I'm Going To Think About My Sister.

Hush Little Baby, Dont You Cry, Dont Cut Your Arms, Dont Say Goodbye. Put Down That Razor, Put Down That Light, It Maybe Hard But, You'll Win This Fight.

I Try To Write About Real Women, Real People - In Other Words Flawed Characters. I Find Flawed Characters Much More Interesting Than Perfect Ones And Enjoy The Challenge Of Making Readers Root For Them In Spite Of Their Unsympathetic Path And Destructive Choices. Life Is About The Gray Areas. Things Are Seldom Black And White, Even When We Wish They Were And Think They Should Be, And I Like Exploring This Nuanced Terrain.

Well, Because Sometimes You Love Someone But They Might Not Be The Right Person For You. That Takes Some Time To Figure Out

Anxiety Was Not An Emotion I Could Ever Remember Feeling When I Went Out In New York, And I Wondered Why Tonight Felt So Different. Maybe It Was Because I No Longer Had A Boyfriend Or Fiance. I Suddenly Recognized That There Was Safety In Having Someone, As Well As A Lack Of Pressure To Shine. Ironically, This Had Cultivated A Certain Free-spiritedness That Had, In Turn, Allowed Me To Be The Life Of The Party And Hoard The Affection Of Additional Men....but That Had All Changed. I Didn't Have A Boyfriend, A Perfect Figure, Or Alcohol-induced Outrageousness To Fall Back On.

Luck Is Buying A Lottery Ticket Along With Your Yoo-hoo And Striking It Rich. Nothing About My Life Is Lucky- It Is All About Hard Work, It Is All Uphill Struggle.

Even If We No Longer Have Much In Common, We Would Have Always Had The Past, Which, In Some Ways, Is Just As Important As The Present Or Future. It Is Where We Come From, What Makes Us Who We Are.

When I Meet Someone I Like Being With More Than I Like Being Alone, I'll Marry Her.

Like Being Alone

Although I'm Sure There Are Plenty Of Tall, Gorgeous, Life-of-the-party Guys Who Are Also True To Their Wives, I Happen To Believe That A Disproportionate Number Of Them Are Cheaters.

Despite The Fact That I Have No Regrets About How Things Turned Out In My Life, I Still Can't Help Wanting To Understand My Intense Relationship With Leo, As Well As That Turbulent Time Between Adolescence And Adulthood When Everything Feels Raw And Invigorating And Scary-and Why Those Feelings Are All Coming Back To Me Now.

In The Final Seconds Before Sleep, I Wish I Could Go Back And Undo Everything, Give Those Little Girls Another Chance.

Whats Not To Love Is Hardly A Reason To Love. And The Catch Of Your Life Is Not The Same Thing As The Love Of Your Life. Be Careful Of That Subtle But Rather Crucial Distinction.

Sure, We Were Friends Who Exchanged Soulful Glances, Friends Who Slept In A Bed Filled With Sexual Tension, Friends Who Found Any Excuse To Touch, But I Worried That We'd Never Take That Perilous Leap Of Faith Toward Becoming A Real Couple, A Permanent Team.

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Recognizing That There Is More Heartbreak In Continuous Disappointment Than A Void.

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