and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.

On my first visit to the public library, I was like a kid at a candy store where all the candy was free. I gorged myself until my tummy ached.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.