“Sorry," I said... "Sorry for what?" He glanced over at me. "For whatever I did wrong," I said. "Did you do something?" I shrugged, "Why are you not talking to me?" "I'm just driving." He moved his hand from the… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
“Pushing Carson back out of the door, I grabbed my jacket off the hook and shoved my feet into the great old clogs that my poor podiatrist father wants outlawed. "Don't you want to change or something?" Mom called after… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
Great point made in son's college orientation re sex/safety/respect/etc: 'Consent is really too low a bar. Hold out for enthusiasm.' — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
“I am a pacifist, danm it! And now I'm bleeding. What is wrong with you, you sick sicko?” — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
“Bruises on the soul hurt even more than bruises on the leg and take longer to heal. Maybe the trick is to try to… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
“Some of the choices teenagers make are morally and practically wrong. Some of my characters do things I hope my child won't. There are… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
“Do you think we're being robbed?" I whispered. He nodded gravely, then crawled over to my closet and opened it. "Did you want to… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
I shoved him off the snowmobile. He landed on his back in the snow. "Love is a brat, you think? No, love id fine.… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
I smashed his hand as hard as I could with the Wiffle bat. "Ow!" he screamed. Carson was rubbing his red palm, inspecting it… — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
I have standards. Well, okay, they're love standards, but I have them. — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
“I don't care who kissed you first, as long as I kissed you last - George (If we kiss)” — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
Kids are constantly evolving, learning, and growing. They aren’t who they were yesterday. — Rachel Vail Copy Share Image
