We Do An Epically Bad Job Of

He Liked The Mere Act Of Reading, The Magic Of Turning Scratches On A Page Into Words Inside His Head.

And Then It Was The Kind Of Dark Your Eyes Never Adjust To.

She Was Nothing But Good And I Was Nothing But Bad, But Then She Died, And I Didn't.

You Are Helpful, And You Are Loved, And You Are Forgiven, And You Are Not Alone.

Becoming A Father Made Me Much More Interested In The Parent Character In My Novels. I've Never Found Parents That Interesting.