Most people in America want an easy read. I call it McFiction - books which pass right through you without you even digesting them. I don't mean a book that has two-syllable words. I mean chapters you can read in a toilet break. Happy endings. We are more of a TV culture.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?