It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

Terms like that, 'Humane Society,' are devised with people like me in mind, who don't care to dwell on what happens to the innocent.

Ah, the mysterious croak. Here today, gone tomorrow. It's the best reason I can think of to throw open the blinds and risk belief. Right now, this minute, time to move out into the grief and glory. High tide.

It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.

I love developing children as characters. Children rarely have important roles in literary fiction - they are usually defined as cute or precious, or they create a plot by being kidnapped or dying.

Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.

I don't look like who I am.