She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

Everyone deserves a happy ending.

Read a ton. Take a workshop course so you learn to give and get criticism.

I think this is every mother's worst nightmare - something dreadful happening to her child.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own. Or at least this is what I tell myself.

As an American I wanted to explore... why are we the only first world country that still has capital punishment? Is it because we're too afraid to really examine the system, or is it because we really truly believe that this is the best way to deter future crime?