All fathers are liars . . . If you want to be a father, you have to be prepared to become a liar.

Inside my house, nobody was home, except everybody, but it was easy to feel like those were one and the same.

My father moved out a week later. I hugged him at our front door and couldn’t bear to watch him leave with so much luggage.

Adults were constantly auditioning, but for what?

Cry your guts out because nothing is sadder than an adult who forgets how to be a child.