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In Order To Move On, You Must Understand Why You Felt What You Did And Why You No Longer Need To Feel It.

No Story Sits By Itself, Sometimes Stories Meet At Corners And Sometimes They Cover One Another Completely, Like Stones Beneath A River.

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

There Is No Formula To Relationships. They Have To Be Negotiated In Loving Ways, With Room For Both Parties, What They Want And What They Need, What They Can Do And What Their Life Is Like.

When A Lost Loved One Appears Before You, It's Your Brain That Fights It, Not Your Heart.