You Know Things Have Gone Bad When

When My Son, Jack, Was Four, I Had To Make A Trip To Los Angeles. I Asked Him If He Was Going To Miss Me. 'not So Much,' Jack Told Me. 'you're Not Going To Miss Me?' I Said. Jack Shook His Head, And He Said, 'love Means You Can Never Be Apart.

Then I Went To Bed And Cried Into My Pillow. I Wasn't Sad, Not At All. It Was Just So Beautiful To Have An Intense Feeling And The Right Words At The Same Time. What Are We But Our Stories?

I Stared At Her In Amazement. "how Do You Even Live With Yourself?"..."you're Willing To Sell Children To A Foreign Government So They Can Be Used As Weapons, Possibly Against Other Americans. I Don't Get It. Were You Hiding Behind A Door On Morals And Ethics Day?...you Couldn't Mother Someone If They Shot Five Gallons Of Estrogen Into Your Veins.

Oz Thinks I'm Beautiful," She Whispered To The Stars.

It's So Strange. Everything Can Be Going Alone Just Great, And Then One Day, Whack, You're Blindsided-- A Lousy, Crammy Blow You Didn't See Coming.