The television replaced the sound of conversation that was missing from my grandparents' lives.
The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.
She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.
If you talk to geneticists they are constantly finding that your genes are being switched on and off because of the environment. Genes alone do not determine an exact path in your life.
There is a small window of opportunity for freckled girls to tan.
I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.