Trust me, Jennifer. Just...trust me.I drove another block or two. Why should I?Why shouldn't you? But I knew it wasn't his fault, any more than it was mine. It wasn't like either of us had control ove...
This was why Mom had told me to keep an eye on her. As tough as Dixie was, when it came to Dad she was a regular girl who wanted her father to love her. So
This was a memory I wanted to keep, whole, and recall again and again. When I was fifty years old I wanted to remember this moment on the porch, holding hands with Cameron while he shared himself with...
This is the last time, the girl thought, that she would remember these things. If they floated back to her again, she would paddle away. When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.
There was a present on the front seat of Ethan's car, a Gap box tied with a white ribbon. Happy birthday, Jenna, Ethan said, leaning over to kiss me, his lips cool from the iced chai he stopped for ev...
There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.
The American dream is kind of stupid, anyway. Slave ninety percent of your life so that you can spend the last ten percent of it doing nothing?And there's no guarantee you even make it far enough to e...
Right now it's like we're three islands, and nothing but oceans between us.
Right now I would love to have a personal message from God. I want to believe the way I used to, when my dad or mom or sometimes both of them would pray with me at night and I would picture God listen...
Mom always says that doubt is just another way of expressing faith.
Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.
I'm going to check on you in the night, he said. At random intervals of my choosing.I figured.
I thought of what Cameron said about the day I came across the yard to him to ask him to be in my club. About how I had guts. About how I was brave and strong. He was around to tell me these things no...
I should have shouted and wave my hands in case the driver looked back, but mostly in life I don't protest things. I go along, or at least I make people believe I'm going along. Sometimes it's better...
I don't want these memories to become slippery, to disapper into the thin air of life the way most things seem to. I want them to stick- even the bad ones-so I repeat them often.
He crouched down next to me. I put my hand on the hem of his jeans. It was the first time I'd touched him since that day in the cafeteria line.I've got so much to tell you, he said, so quietly I almos...
And, to our collective surprise, it turned out that for a person who doesn't like people, I'm pretty good at this customer service stuff.
Reigning Miss Predictability, Steph said, proudly representing the fine state of Utah.My inability to be spontaneous is part of my charm.It's true. You wouldn't be you otherwise.
Don’t mistake a new place for a new you.
Why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love?