A decade ago when Isabel’s husband Max had died, they’d moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies,but lots of other stuff had to either stay...

If you can get to be you, why can’t I get to be me?

How do you circumvent a mind bent upon lying to get away from the truth?

I ask you, what would you do if you could erase one bad memory and retain all that was beautiful in your life? Would you not move heaven and earth – and get loads of...

What I’ve always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can...

He wrote to his father every day. His platoon called his dad a girlfriend.

The list of lifesavers left him numb, clueless – the action, indifferent.

He also knew the language of The Klingons, but the army had no use for it.

Aurora, you’re a child, live like one, don’t act like one. Enjoy the innocence, dump the immaturity.

She had to save herself from every last one of them. All of them, the people at the orphanage, the foster care system, the middle school, they were all outsiders and strangers and a possible...

Even in death, her mother was winning.