You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.

All of his life had been about making sure I kept mine.

Funny thing about faith ... it goes a lot faster than it comes.

I have people in my life, of course. Some write; some don't. Some read; some don't. Some stare vacantly into space when I talk the geeky talk and walk the geeky walk, but they make killer chocolate chip pancakes and so all is forgiven.