Julie Buxbaum

“I think about my dad's favorite expression: People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. What is my house made of? Paper, I…

— Julie Buxbaum

“They seem to understand that the world is a big, diverse place, and that different is not the same thing as scary.…

— Julie Buxbaum

“I’m sorry,” I say. This hurts, I want to say. Even just standing here talking to you. It all hurts more than…

— Julie Buxbaum

“Maybe when parents name their children they do it from the perspective of wishful thinking. Like when you go to a restaurant…

— Julie Buxbaum

“ I hear my mom in my head, for just a second, since her voice has mostly evaporated—water to air, or maybe disintegrated,…

— Julie Buxbaum

“Miney smiles in that way she does when she's about to force me to do something scary. She's like Trey that way.…

— Julie Buxbaum

“Tonight , I leave the bathroom light on and double-check the lock on the front door. I rest in the middle of…

— Julie Buxbaum

“FAVORITE GIRL IN THE WORLD. STILL MY FRIEND? Please meet me on the bleachers after school. Please. And I’m sorry. Sorrier than…

— Julie Buxbaum

“When we get off the plane, the fact that we are far from New York immediately becomes evident. Everything moves slower here;…

— Julie Buxbaum

“Kit stares at me, and I stare back. Eye contact usually feels like an ice headache. Just too much, too fast. Sharp…

— Julie Buxbaum

“When I imagine West Coast Kit, I am the kind of girl who can rock a bikini and sunglasses and whose entire…

— Julie Buxbaum

“Want some?" I nod, even though I don't like to share food. Kit looks perfectly healthy, robust even, and anyhow she'd be…

— Julie Buxbaum

“I was just going to call and say hi." "Give me the phone." I hand it over. Jess, despite her scrawniness, is…

— Julie Buxbaum