In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

Sometimes we don't know we're dreaming; we can't even fathom that we're asleep.

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?

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

They don't really pay attention to me, except when they need my blood or something. I wouldn't even be alive, if it wasn't for Kate being sick.

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.