Witness testimony is always flawed. It's better than circumstantial evidence, sure, but people aren't camcorders; they don't record every action and reaction, and the very act of remembering involves chosing words, actions and images. In other words, any witness who was supposed to be giving a court facts is really just giving them a version of fiction.

I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

Some women are meant to change the world while others are meant to hold it together.

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.

Life was what happened when all the what-ifs didn't.

You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside.

But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps.