It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Teachers deserve respect," I explain. "Why do they get it for free, when everyone else has to earn it?

Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who simply don't want to be in it, because we know no matter how much we struggle, we can't comfortably fit.

Believe me, Being gay is not a choice. Noone would choose to make life harder than it has to be.

We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any.