Inside my house, nobody was home, except everybody, but it was easy to feel like those were one and the same.

My father moved out a week later. I hugged him at our front door and couldn't bear to watch him leave with so much luggage.

All fathers are liars . . . If you want to be a father, you have to be prepared to become a liar.

Adults were constantly auditioning, but for what?

Cry your guts out because nothing is sadder than an adult who forgets how to be a child.

I rolled the ball of muffin and I waited and after my mother said, "That you should really take a multivitamin," my father threw up his hands in disgust, and I was positive I had no family at all, certain it was not my mother but the solar wind that carried me into the universe.