How do you tell someone that you weren't the person he thought you were? And more importantly, how did you tell him that you'd meant the things you'd said, when everything else about you turned out to be a lie.

Iknew that all the attributes he was teased for, at age five, were going to work in his favor by thetime he was thirty-five...but I couldn't get him there overnight. You can't fast-forward your child'slife, no matter how much you want to.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

In my family, we seem to have a tortured history of not saying what we ought to and not meaning what we do.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

Being a teenager isn't all that different from being part of someone else's story. There's always someone who thinks they know better than you do