Can You Hate Someone For What They

Any Highway . . . They All Take You To The Same Place, Don't They?

You Know Someone's Right For You When The Things They Don't Have To Say Are Even More Important Than The Things They Do.

How Could He Convey To Someone Who'd Never Even Met Her The Way She Always Smelled Like Rain, Or How His Stomach Knotted Up Every Time He Saw Her Shake Loose Her Hair From Its Braid? How Could He Describe How It Felt When She Finished His Sentences, Turnec The Mug They Were Sharing So That Her Mouth Landed Where His Had Been? How Did He Explain The Way They Could Be In A Locker Room, Or Underwater, Or In The Piney Woods Of Maine, Bus As Long As Em Was With Him, He Was At Home?

I Think This Is Every Mother's Worst Nightmare - Something Dreadful Happening To Her Child.

Everyone Has A Story; Everyone Hides His Past As A Means Of Self-preservation. Some Just Do It Better, And More Thoroughly, Than Others.