My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my head snap backward. She leaves a print that stains me long after it’s faded. Just so you know: shame is five-fingered.

Sometimes all you need to live one more day is a good reason to stick around.

Talking out loud to fictional characters is just the tip of the iceberg.

Isn’t that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

My first job was as an assistant in the local library. Self fulfilling prophecy?

Writer's block is for people who have the luxury of time.

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am.