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I can’t shake my fear of rejection. With graduation, I believed that I’d waved goodbye to the inferiority complexes that had invaded my younger self

Suddenly it is not about me and not about the girls whose hands I am holding steel tight. It is about all of our hands

My husband, wide-eyed, can’t believe how I get it all done, and I just smile and bask in his pride

She’s not an unpleasant walking companion, and though her short-term memory is nearly gone, she remembers the most delightful happenings of yesteryear

I still have so much to learn, so many basic facts left to garner until I can be a Real Mother

Rikki took a deep breath. “You may think I’m nuts, but I want to sit shivah in peace, not with a million-and-a-half small details on my head”