I truly missed my parents. I wanted to miss them. It was the only way I could love them, a crazy cocktail of longing and pretending and absence and hope.

“The feelings are overwhelming, but they’re not you. They’re the feelings. You a…”

“I looked at the sofa. I wanted to lie down on it and close my eyes. I wanted hi…”

“I was going to be in therapy for a long, long time. I wasn’t even a sentence ye…”

“Writing a book is exactly like love. You don’t hold back. You give it everythin…”