[T]here are some people out there who don't wait for what comes next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.
You can’t let your dog crap on the sidewalk, but it’s perfectly acceptable to blow carcinogens down other people’s throats. Somewhere along the way, smokers exempted themselves from the social contrac...
What would you like to do today? he says. She gives him a funny look. What are my options? Sky’s the limit. She considers it for a moment. Brunch? I say the sky’s the limit and all you can come up wit...
The self-help books and websites haven’t come up with a proper title for spouses living in the purgatory that exists before the courts have officially ratified your personal tragedy.
Sometimes you walk past a pretty girl on the street there's something beyond beauty in her face, something warm and smart and inviting, and in the three seconds you have to look at her, you actually f...
If we sound like a couple of callous assholes, it's because that's how we were raised.
I smile. You were always so good at not covering up.Penny's smile is sad and a little off. It's the antidepressants. They've obliterated whatever filters I have left.
I sit down on the bed, cradling her little head against my shoulder, inhaling her sweet baby scent. Someday she'll get older, and the world will start having its way with her. She'll throw temper tant...
I look at her, wondering what it is about her that makes me want to simultaneously devote my life to her and get as far away from her as I can possibly get.
Forgiveness is a comfort, but it doesn't bring back what you lost
Forgiveness has its comforts, but it can never give you back what you've lost.
Fate. Destiny. God. It’s all a crock. People want their lives to make sense, want to sit back like cosmic detectives and examine what’s happened to them so far, identifying the key turning points that...
Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.
Dad is bent over me, fixing my wooden leg with a socket wrench.
Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.
But someday I'll fall in love again, right? I'll start over with someone, and maybe we'll buy a big old house with all this new money I have, and we'll have kids, and I'll be a professional writer, ma...
Being gay is like taking a crash course in human nature, he says. Your first real glimpse at the dirty underbelly of routine social interaction. A lesser person, he offers with a wry grin, Might well...
At some point you lose sight of your actual parents; you just see a basketful of history and unresolved issues.
At seventy-two years old, women can still run roughshod over your heart. That’s something that never occurred to me, and I find it terrifying, but oddly reassuring.
And someday soon, I’ll rest in peace. But till that day does come, I’ll rest in pieces.