Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can’t believe that ours didn’t go on forever.
Children live in the same world we do. To kid ourselves that we can shelter them from it isn’t just naive it’s a vanity.
I wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me.
the sound of teenage girls laughing near you when you’re by yourself is literally the most terrifying thing a person can experience