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

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

In the lead-up to the launch of my new book I Was Here, I’ve seen a lot of discussion about depression and suicide and mental health and YA dealing with such intense matters. What I haven’t seen discussed is kittens.

he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

If I stay. If I live. It's up to me.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.