I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.
A theme in a lot of my books - and in my own life - is making choices that you feel you should make, or what society wants you to make, as opposed to what is truly right for you.
What's the point of being sad? he says. We're here now.
People make time for what matters to them.
My name is Kirby Rose, and I'm adopted. I don't mean to make it sound like an AA confession, although sometimes that's how people take it, like it's something they should be supportive about. I just m...
It’s a matter of curiosity—and anyone who says they are utterly indifferent to what their significant exes are doing is, in my opinion, either lying or lacking a certain amount of emotional depth. I’m...
I exposed every part of myself to him, keeping no secrets, no defense mechanism in place.
I certainly never felt rejected because they had given me up. My parents knew nothing about my birth mother, yet always explained with certainty that she didn't give me up or give me away - she made a...
Right—secrets and lies are really the same thing,
We are in love and meant to be together.
One way isn't better than the other; they're just different.
In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.
I have a fleeting fantasy of telling her that procreation isn't a contest, any more than SAT scores and making the cheerleading squad and getting into a good college and all the other things, both big...
Anything worthwhile is tough.
Writing a teen character is something I wanted to try again for a long time!
When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You might grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume that...
So there the two of us were. Frozen in time, living in the moment, focused only on our immediate desires. Which of course included sex. Lots and lots of it.
Love is sharing a life together
Kirk become too obsessed with it? Had I somehow lost myself as Finch grew
It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.