I'm weird. Everyone says so.

You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied. Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

I think once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

There are certain things I do not talk about.