I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that’s who. They know where they are, do you, do you?

He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were the two worst things to be.

One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.

If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

In this deeply nuanced portrait of an American family, Bret Anthony Johnston fearlessly explores the truth behind a mythic happy ending. In Remember Me Like This, Johnston presents an incisive dismantling of an all-too-comforting fallacy: that in being found we are no longer lost.