I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

The trick to surviving an interrogation is patience. Don't offer up anything. Don't explain. Answer the question and only the question that is asked so you don't accidentally put your head in a noose.

I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.

Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.

I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life.