I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.

There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

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

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

We've fallen down on our responsibility to our children by somehow creating this world where they're surrounded by images of sexuality; and yet, we as adults struggle to talk to kids honestly about sex, the rules of dignity and consent.

I am super proud of being an American, but we fail our veterans every day.