Sometimes I live so much in my mind that I forget what is right before my eyes. - Anna Quindlen

Behind every door in London there are stories, behind every one ghosts. The greatest writers in the history of the written word have given them substance, given them life.

And so we readers walk, and dream, and imagine, in the city where imagination found its great home.

Maybe everyone stays the same inside, even when their life looks nothing like what they once had, or even imagined.

As I looked at [my future husband] I realized that, while I would never be my mother nor have her life, the lesson she had left was that it was possible to love and care for a man and still have at your core a strength so great that you never even needed to put it on display.