Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Hopefully, more and more people will come to understand that a child who's "different from" is not one who is "lesser than."

I don't write the same book over and over - I think if I did that, I would stop writing. I couldn't write a series with the same character, and I couldn't write a romance novel over and over again that takes place at a different beach every year. That's not who I am.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

It was possible that a miracle was not something that happened to you, but rather something that didn’t.