You can never totally hate someone who sang you to sleep like that, can you? Who calmed you down and eased your fears. You can feel angry and betrayed, but some part of you will always love them for b...
We should have a handout at the door to speed things along, a brief summary of Dad’s illness and all that transpired in the final days, maybe even a photocopy of his charts and a four-color printout o...
We knew marriage could be difficult in the same way that we knew there were starving children in Africa.
We are all smiling in the picture, three brothers having a grand old time just playing around in the living room, no agendas, no buried resentments or permanent scars. Even under the best of circumsta...
Things have been going too well for me lately. I feel like I have some bad karma headed my way. Tamara frowns at me as she leads me toward the dressing rooms. That’s a pretty dire outlook on life, she...
There’s nothing more depressing than waking up in your shoes.
The sky is fucking with me. It's one of those militantly perfect spring days, the kind that seems to be trying just a little too hard, the kind you want to smack in the face, and the sky is bluer than...
That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.
Someone should sing, Silver thinks, and then someone does-a low, somewhat hoarse man's voice singing Amazing Grace quietly but with great sincerity. Ruben's eyes grow wide, and almost in the same inst...
She was smart and funny and vulnerable and just so goddamned beautiful, the kind of beautiful that was worth being shot down over.
People brush past us on the street in endless waves, leaving somewhere, headed somewhere else, laughing, smoking, speaking into cell phones, completely oblivious to the holocaust of an entire world ca...
Our parents can continue to screw us up even after they die, and in this way, they’re never really gone.
Moments later, there was a loud, protracted crashing sound. Motherfucker! What was that? I just backed through the garage door. Jesus. You okay? I’m fine, she said. The whole damn door came down. I’ll...
Maybe yelling back is a kind of marital diplomacy
It’s a sad moment when you come to understand how truly replaceable you are.
If anything, love is just a starting point. Then life intrudes, along with the personal baggage you’ve spent years packing, and things get royally and irrevocably fucked up. You can get bitter or you...
I've been treating my life as this pit stop, just kind of regrouping before I move on. But it's been seven years, and I never moved on. I haven't done anything. I just...stopped.
I would have done the same thing I did. I would have put all my energy into loving someone that wasn't you. I would have tried in vain, every day, to not think about you, and what could have been. Wha...
I totally remember what it felt like to be so full. Full of what? I don't know. Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you're bursting. And then you get o...
I loved her for the way she embraced the unknown, how she opened herself up to every experience. When I was with her, she opened me up, too, stirred my passion and heightened my every sensation. Which...