When your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Tutoring a four year old to get into an exclusive preschool made as much sense as hiring a swim coach for a guppy.

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

Religion was supposed to be a blanket drawn up to your chin to keep you warm, a promise that when it came to the end, you wouldn't die alone - but it could just as easily leave you shivering out in the cold, if WHAT you believed became more important than the fact THAT you believed.

I'm weird. Everyone says so.

It was like trying to bail out an ocean of water with a teaspoon.