I know who my dad is, I've met him a few times, but I don't even call him dad. I know it sounds horrible, but I don't even see him as part of my family, to be honest. If you want the truth, it doesn't...

I'm one of those hovering mothers and I know it's really important to have an independent child, so I'm trying to back off, but it's hard. I love him so much, and he's so funny and cute to me.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?

You're my daughter. I don't care about the factions.

That creature's staying?' It figured. Her daughter-in-law transforming into an animal? No problem. Having to take care of a cat? Crisis. {Sydney Sage - Ivashkov}

Remember that every child and every parent has a completely unique and special relationship. That child knows his dad and loves his dad. Our job is to watch that communication, to nurture it, and to...

If you love your dad, it's tough when he dies. If you don't like your dad, it's tough when he dies. Because you lose that guy. Whatever you didn't get, you miss. And what you did get, you miss.

There you are.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

Still... I would have hugged my mother if we were the kind of family who hugged. If touching her weren't impossible. If her subnightie waft was not so utterly, fatally repulsive. That's how much I...

A wise parent humors the desire for independent action, so as to become the friend and adviser when his absolute rule shall cease.

to his mother's overprotective concern for him. Normally she would have dismissed him without a thought, but

"And then she got older, and . . ." Lydia shook her head. "Having a teenager is like having a really, really shitty roommate. They eat all your food and steal your clothes and take money out of your...

Leaning against my father, the sadness finally broke open inside me, hollowing out my heart and leaving me bleeding. My feet felt rooted in the dirt. There were more than two bodies buried here....

For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for...

the top head would have controlled everything and made his poor little butt - brother miserable.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again...

Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart's blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and...

Just imagine how it must feel to know that your family won't be going to heaven with you- I mean, truly believing that. We're ghosts to him. We might a well be dead.

The pure menace radiating from my younger sister is undeniable. She can hate me, but I need her to know that she has something that Stella never did: a place to fall. And if he hurts you or if anyone...

mates, to my sisters and me, are seen mainly as shadows of the people they're involved with. they move. They're visible in direct sunlight. But because they don't have access to our emotional...

Until she had had children of her own she had not been able to contemplate the death of either of her parents; when the subject had arisen, in conversation or in her own imagining, she had said only:...