It took me years to figure out that upset was upset, and tumultuousness was not the same thing as passion. Love isn't drama.

There are so many different fifteens. And eighteens. And forty-twos, for that matter. Mature fifteens and young fifteens and wise fifteens and lost fifteens. And angry fifteens.

I was a book lover from the beginning. I loved, love, words and images and ideas, the ways a book can make you feel things deeply or help you understand something you never even knew there were words for.

Once an asshole, always an asshole.

And if you could make a choice, then why not pick happiness?

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

You could care enough to keep a secret, but you could care enough to tell one, too.