And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.

and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

But Mary Elizabeth felt different. She kept saying it was an "articulate" film. So "articulate." And I guess it was. The thing is, I didn't know what it said even if it said it very well.

Welcome to the island of misfit toys.

Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.