It Was Not Enough To Be The

Like All Sick Children,' He Answered Dispassionately, 'you Say You Don't Want Pity, But Your Very Existence Depends Upon It.

And Then It Was The Kind Of Dark Your Eyes Never Adjust To.

Failing To Grapple With Complexity Actually Turns Out To Be A Pretty Bad Life Strategy.

What Can We Do?" Mom Asked Again. I Shrugged. But She Kept Asking, As If There Were Something She Could Do, Until I Just Kind Of Crawled Across The Couch Into Her Lap And My Dad Came Over And Held My Legs Really Tight And I Wrapped My Arms All The Way Around My Mom's Middle And They Held On To Me For Hours While The Tide Rolled In.

If Drunk Were Cookies, I'd Be Famous Amos