I have always written about subjects that engage me - questions I can't answer myself. They apparently tend to be big moral and ethical issues!

Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still you have to speak it?

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person

You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.

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. There were times I stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come home to a house that felt too big for us.

When you love someone, you don't see parts of him you don't like.

Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?