Daisies are perennials; they always grow back.

They were more than partners, more than brothers; they were very nearly the same person.

I don’t think fireflies have friends. They seem to be singular bugs. They travel in packs, I guess, because when you see one, usually you’ll see others. but they’re never flocking together, like gnats or...

Mrs. Panabaker is ten years older than God and probably smarter. She stops into the offices every other Thursday to tell my dad what she didn’t like about his sermon the previous Sunday. She makes...

I’m never going to live this down. I will forever be known as the pastor’s kid who got arrested, made friends in jail, and threw up on the singles camping trip. That will look great...

Xander, there are two certainties in life–death and truth. They will both pursue you to your grave. There is no escaping them. But we run from them anyway in hopes that somehow we can slip...