We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air conditioner so I could turn up the heat.

Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.

It's rarely talked about, but hunting for sport is just about as vile as we humans get.

Family are the people who must make you feel ashamed when you are deserving of shame.