You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!

You know the minute you stop thinking about it, it'll happen.

I've always written in first person. It gives the readers more insight.

I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the first time in a while, it felt like it already was full.

The thing about Wes," Delia said to me, unwrapping another package of turkey, "is that he thinks he can fix anything. And if he can't fix it, he can at least do something with the pieces of what's broken.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.