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.

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.