... he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.
Going OnceThe unwounded life bears no resemblance to the Rabbi.
Abba's Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate BelongingShe'd always despised the whole other woman thing, but here she was, entertaining the possibility.
A Cry From The DeepShe looked away, trying not to cry. She hated crying, and in public she hated it more.
Necromancing the StoneSometimes success is simply being willing to give it your all.
In the Water They Can't See You Cry: A Memoir