Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.

he sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly.

Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.

If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.