She's a people-mechanic and always knows when I'm malfunctioning.

My mother was good at that, making people feel normal. Safe. Like as long as she was there, nothing truly bad could happen.

IN the book of my heart, pages keep falling out, many of them marked Mom and Dad.

Mom has a massive sunflower for a soul so big there's hardly any room in her for organs.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

Girls like guys to be a challenge. It gives them some mold to fit in how they act. Like a mom. What would a mom do if she couldn't fuss over you and make you clean your room? And what would you do without her fussing and making you do it? Everyone needs a mom. And a mom knowns this. And it gives her a sense of purpose. You get it?

One of the greatest pieces of advice I've ever gotten in my life was from my mom. When I was a little kid there was a kid who was bugging me at school and she said —Okay, I'm gonna tell you what to do. If the kid's bugging you and puts his hands on you; you pick up the nearest rock...

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

Wherever mom is, there is my heart and my home.

Mom means miracles of a magical life.

The most loving, soft, and sweetest word in the world is —Mom.