Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

It was selfish what I asked her to do, even if it wound up being the most unselfish thing I've ever done.

Willem tsk-tsks. "You Americans are so violent. I'm Dutch. The worst I will do is run her over with a bicycle.

And then Adam Wilde shows up at Carnegie Hall on the biggest night of my career, and it felt like more than a coincidence. It felt like a gift. From them. For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.

That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

One day she told me that they'd decided that my gender was divvied into two neat piles-Men and Guys. Basically, all the saints of the world: Men. The jerks, the players, the wet T-shirt contest aficionados? They were Guys.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.