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The expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. 'You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this question than you can begin to imagine.

To limit the ways our daughters can legitimately function as stewards/rulers further devalues the image of God in them and continues the imbalance and distortion of God's plan.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

What I'll think is that you are clearly, maddeningly not me. It will remind me, again, that you won't be a clone of me; you can be wonderful, a daily delight, but you won't be someone I could have created by myself.

Defining yourself in terms of how you rank is always dangerous and ultimately immature. It doesn't matter whether the rank has to do with your grades, your weight or where you finished in the 800 meter race. Becoming a mature adult means, among other things, that you define yourself relative to your own potential, not relative somebody else's standard.

I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.

She is shocked by the rows of thick Plexiglas windows, each equipped with a telephone, each with a prisoner on one side and an outsider on the other. There is a teenage girl chatting with a prisoner who is presumably her father. There__ a married couple talking to their daughter. There__ a woman with a baby in her arms, sobbing into her phone as she begs her husband not to plead guilty for his crimes. Jail is terrifying to Geraldine, not only because it__ a house of criminals but also because it__ a cold slap in the face, a reminder of where she will eventually end up. __ou__e got to stay with me the whole time, Callo! I__ serious, you CANNOT leave me here._____l never,_ Callo vows, but he__ eyeing her strangely. __ust remember which side of the glass you__e on right now, Geraldine.

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

Sometimes daughter who is loved by her father very much and loving her father very much, she is getting hurt by her lover very much.

I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology. I will tell her __ake a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I__e ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that._ Azra T. __our hands are threads, your body is a canvas

The earth had two childrenA son named Adamand a daughter

Treat your woman with respect, because one day someone will do the same to your daughter.

I had to ask Scottie what TYVM meant, because now that I__e narrowed into her activities, I notice she is constantly text-messaging her friends, or at least I hope it__ her friends and not some perv in a bathrobe.__hank you very much,_ Scottie said, and for some reason, the fact that I didn__ get this made me feel completely besieged. It__ crazy how much fathers are supposed to know these days. I come from the school of thought where a dad__ absence is something to be counted on. Now I see all the men with camouflage diaper bags and babies hanging from their chests like little ship figureheads. When I was a young dad, I remember the girls sort of bothered me as babies, the way everyone raced around to accommodate them. The sight of Alex in her stroller would irritate me at times__he__ hang one of her toddler legs over the rim of the safety bar and slouch down in the seat. Joanie would bring her something and she__ shake her head, then Joanie would try again and again until an offering happened to work and Alex would snatch it from her hands. I__ look at Alex, finally complacent with her snack, convinced there was a grown person in there, fooling us all. Scottie would just point to things and grunt or scream. It felt like I was living with royalty. I told Joanie I__ wait until they were older to really get into them, and they grew and grew behind my back.

You don't need to be primary caregiver of your children to be of primary influence in their lives. What you do for them behind the scenes in your own unique way is what makes the true difference in the long run.

Papi, I don't know what to do anymore." Lourdes begins to cry. "No matter what I do, Pilar hates me.""Pilar doesn't hate you, hija. She just hasn't learned to love you yet.

Most of the time, it felt like my father and I were completely different species. Possibly literally, depending on the day and whether or not I actually qualified as human at the time.

The house had been torn down. Nothing is left but the old white fence. There used to be privet bushes everywhere. "The smell of privet is the smell of summer for me," I say to Catherine."Yes, Mom." she says, "I know, Your memories are my memories now.

Her question was clear-__ather, where does the Loss reside?__n the sighs?Cheeks with tears wiped?A lost appetite?Owning a room confined?Or in the smiles all falsified?Thus, the Father decide,It is no matter to hide, he replied-__ think its deep inside,Probably,In the layers of your soul,Where the body provides it,Ample food to be-Magnified, multiplied, intensified.But once you clarify,That its not to be occupied inside,It starves of supplies,And dies.So child, when there is loss,Make sure you refuse to invite it inward, And absolutely never make it your lifelong parasite.