Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.

For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that for me heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.

I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination.

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.