-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.
Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?
And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.