I wasn't sure if I admired him for feeling everything so hard and fiercely, or if I was contemptuous of him for having so much emotion that he had to spill it out every window of the house.

Cole made a hissing sound. "Are you inside yet? God bless America and all her sons. What is taking you so long?" The front door was locked. "Here, talk to Grace" "Mommy isn't going to give a different answer than Daddy," Cole said, but I handed her the phone anyway.

I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.

Oh, filmmakers, please don't take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

It's a hard thing to hold a civil conversation after recalling that one party has used a Taser on the other, so both of them finished the walk in silence.

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.