What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?

You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

A lot of the hallmark behaviors of autism - flat affect, stimming, not looking someone in the eye - could very easily be misinterpreted as signs of guilt.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

When this is over...we will got to the rainforest, or a beach as white as bone. We will eat grapes from the vine, we will swim with sea turtles, we will walk miles on cobblestone streets. We will laugh and talk and confess. We will.

Things had a way of working out for the best when you let them run their course.