I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?

Objection!" Metz shouts. Grounds?" the judge asks. Well...he's my witness!

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Knowledge was power, but a good librarian did not hoard the gift. She taught others how to find, where to look, how to see.

Me, I was already jaded and tarnished, skeptical that a fantasy world could keep reality at bay.