so what brings you to the doctor today?" "hmm, im afraid i have the chronic desire to save people" "i know about that. i've got it too. maybe it's catching." "not catching enough

I know parental embarrassment usually stops somewhere at fifteen, but he just kept on giving me good reasons.

It occurred to me then that a lot of life was either about wanting and not having, or having and not wanting.

Sometimes you've got to make a mess before you clean it up.

A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?

Too often in my life, love has been defined as "humiliation with occasional roses".

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.