Fiction comes in all shapes and sizes. Secrets,lies,stories. We all tell them. Sometimes,because we hope to entertain. Sometimes,because we need to distract. And sometimes, because we have to.

True love can break the most powerful curse

I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.

I have never fit into this town, this marriage, this skin. I am the child who was picked last to play tag; I am the girl who laughed although she did not get the joke; I am the piecemeal part of you that you pretend doesn't exist, except it is all I am, all the time.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.