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For the Love of Summer

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Susan Mallery
Susan Mallery

Susan Mallery is a renowned American author known for her romance novels. Her works are highly appreciated by readers for their delicate emotional descriptions and engaging storylines. more

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“Estaba siendo capaz por primera vez, que yo recordara, de permitirme recibir el amor y el cariño de mis padres; no del modo que yo había esperado en otros tiempos, sino del modo en que ellos eran capaces de dármelo. Algo se había abierto dentro de mí. No me importaba cómo podían o no podían quererme, Lo que importaba era cómo podía recibir yo lo que ellos podían darme. Eran los mismos padres de siempre. La diferencia estaba en mí.”

“When people thought of mothers, they smelled cookies baking and chocolate melting. But actual mothers got shit for giving their kids too much sugar. When people thought of mothers, they thought soft and warm and cuddly. But actual mothers went to great lengths to eradicate their soft warm cuddly bits. When people thought of mothers, they thought of mama bears and cheerleaders–fierce love and unconditional support–but actual mothers were accused of coddling and helicoptering.”

“Each of our lives’ is a separate and precious journey. No matter how happy, sad, painful, tragic or confusing it may by, it is unique and beautiful. No matter if we hurt others or if we ourselves were hurt, it happened and it is part of our story. If we think we can have complete control over this journey, our journey will wake us up… usually with a very unpleasant surprise. More than genetics, money or education, it is our journey who defines who we are. It defines what kind of person you are. Not the experiences you encountered nor the happy or traumatic events you may have endured. But rather how we dealt with those events and how we continue to deal with those events; when we evaluate ourselves and how we treat others. Your journey is part of your story. But it is not the complete story of who and how you are. You are a soul, a spirit, who has traveled through this life and along the way; you learned and gathered bits and pieces from here and there. And you, yourself, have woven together a soul, a spirit. And that is who you are today. You define… you. Oh, and just in case you thought your journey, your story was over… surprise, its not. So keep weaving. You are not finished yet. It is never to late to define who you are.”

“Bury me standing, bury me Three times. No one really drops dead from seeing Your gaunt, flitting shape in the mirror. Not mirror but grace. Forgive me for covering My eyes, for cowering under the blanket, for swatting At you when I passed a flower garden, When I shut my windows & chased you From park benches & fruit trees. I didn’t know There are people I’m not willing to ever let go, & I won’t. I haven’t.”