Saints for All Occasions

by J. Courtney Sullivan

Now she saw that marriage was like being in a three-legged race with the same person for the rest of your life. Your hopes, your happiness, your luck, your moods, all yoked to his.

This, then, was the hardest part of being a parent. Your children had their private worlds, where you could never protect them. They were yours and yet not yours.

But as far as she had seen, life rarely let you be purely joyful. There was always something there to torture you if you let it.