Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.

I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

Kids are mostly very resilient.