I'm Not A Slash-and-burn Kind, And I'm

The Relationship With The Words Someone Uses Is More Intimate And Integrated Than Just A Quick Read And A Blurb Can Ever Be. This Intimacy - The Words On The Page Being Sent Back And Forth From Engaged Editor To Open Author - Is Unique In My Experience.

Last Night It Had Been My Father Who Had Finally Said It: "she’s Never Coming Home." A Clear And Easy Piece Of Truth That Everyone Who Had Ever Known Me Had Accepted. But He Needed To Say It, And She Needed To Hear Him Say It.

Do You Miss Susie?" Because It Was Dark, Because Ruth Was Facing Away From Her,because Ruth Was Almost A Stranger, Lindsey Said What She Felt. "more Than Anyone Will Ever Know.

I Forgive You," I Said. I Said What I Had To. I Would Die By Pieces To Save Myself From Real Death.

A Lot Of People Ask Questions That They Don't Want To Answer Themselves, And If We're Honest About The Intimacy That We Have With Our Parents, You Wish Them The Best And You Wish Them The Worst More Than Anybody Else In The World. I Think Everyone Has Had A Moment In Their Life Where They Wished A Parent Ill, And I Think It's Perhaps A Very Romantic Idea That That Doesn't Happen.