But my apology was a thousand apologies.

She'd be one of those parents who left a kid behind at a rest stop, driving for miles before she noticed. We'd hear about her on the evening news.

Beaches, music, and car rides—they could all bring on a sudden bout of deep, dreamy thoughts.

Being needed was a handy trick. It could fill you up so full you never even noticed all the places that were empty.

What’s that about? Love must be more about power than we think, if even in its most intimate moment of expression we think about not being the one who risks the most.

Like all kids with divorced parents, I have an abundance of holidays.

They never told you that stranger might be someone you knew.