Dying is easy. Living is hard

If I felt like a fish out of water in my family, I felt like a fish on Mars in Adam’s circle.

I meant it to be jokey, but it came out sounding bitter

he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

I am running the show. Everyone is waiting for me. I decide. I know this now.