Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.

If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.

You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.

We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.

How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?