The most dangerous and wonderful creature alive is the human.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

You needn't tell a bird it's a bird. Or remind a fish of its purpose. It's only us who lose our way. We have names because we must. - from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

Then Maura made something with butter and Calla made something with bacon and Blue steamed broccoli in self-defense.

Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream

I try to think of something catchy to say, but there's nothing but irritation that something that was funny yo an eleven-year-old boy is still funny to a seventeen-year-old one.

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward his nose and took a sniff and then another one. His smile widened though it was still shy. It was absolutely adorable and my breath got caught somewhere in my throat.