I closed my eyes and curled my fists around the things I knew for sure: That a scallop has thirty-five eyes, all blue. That a tuna will suffocate if it ever stops swimming. That I was loved. That this time, it was not me who broke

Asking me to describe my son is like asking me to hold the ocean in a paper cup

Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.

There are certain things I do not talk about.

She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I've decided, is only a slow sewing shut.