Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.

It's sad when our daddies die. Makes us one less person inside.

The rules of the track work well for life. Roller derby is life in a tiny circle. You can only go forward, even if you find yourself turned around, facing the wrong way. There's speed, unpredictability, and danger. You can't be sure what's going to happen, you don't always know when you'll stop, and it appears most people are out to get you. You will fall. You will get hurt. But you will get up again.

I've never subscribed to that 'Love means never having to say you're sorry' bullshit. In fact, love means you always get the chance to say you're sorry. When we love someone, we always want to forgive them.

Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.

When something that honest is said it usually needs a few minutes of silence to dissipate.

There is something fascinatingly awkward about an author photo. I'm drawn to those glossy shots in the back of books, mostly because the subjects never look happy to be there.