I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

You're the nicest boy ever,", I told him, feeling undeserving and terrible. "You didn't have to get me anything. I like thinking about you thinking about me when I'm not around.

Then I picked my book back up again and stroked her hair and read to the soundtrack of her breaths.

I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.

Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.

I like to hear from my readers, and I like to feel like I'm part of a bigger community of readers and writers.

You're getting your weird all over me.