This Is The Problem With Forever Friends.

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.

Sometimes Being A Good Friend Means Saying Nothing.

It's Not A Date. I Bought My Own Drink And I Didn't Shave My Legs.

The At-home Mother's Life: It Was A Race With No Finish Line.

And Before You Barrel Through Some Idiotic Cosmo Girl List Of How-well-do-you-know-your-man Questions, Let Me Say That I Don't Know Squat About Him Except That He Kisses Like A God And Screws Like A Devil.