But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?

There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

That tastes like hope feels.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that wasn't made for them by navigating a playground that was.

I have two kinds of Facebook friends: Those who know what 'DFTBA' means, and those who don't.