Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.

When had my fear of broken plates gotten so grandiose? My desire for extravagant moments so small?

Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?

What's wrong with living in a dream world? You have to wake up.

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.