“How can you make someone love you when they won't? And what if that person happens to be your mother?” — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“And maybe love is terrifying. I'm terrified now, but not in the way she would think. I'm terrified because I hate who… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“If not for you or your daughter, then for Nicky? Couldn't you do it for Nicky?' I stop breathing. My mother pales.… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“If I allow my gaze to travel higher-which I won't-I'll see the solid gold basketball charm on a chain that my mother… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“That was the attorney. He said the doctors are very pleased with your father's progress and that his behavior has been exemplary-'… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“My father’s release date was given to all the local cops, school administrators, and youth group leaders.” — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“My mother plants her hands on her hips, peevish. “Is that the best welcome you can come up with? Why don’t you… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“No," I shout, because my mother doesn't know what I like anymore. "I don't eat things that bleed. Just cheese with lettuce… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“How about giving your old man a break here, huh, Chirp?" "Chirp is dead," I hear myself say and watch the flat words destroy… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“How can you make someone love you when they won't? And what if that person happens to be your mother?” — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“The ache starts in my chest and spreads through my veins. The abuse I can handle; it's the happiness that cripples.” — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“That goes for old wounds, too, you know. I really wish we'd had the chance to talk before this," he says, cracking the window… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“Maybe it's true that shared trauma brings people closer together-a common hardship, a battle to survive-because when times are quiet people relax and go… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“Why should I just sit around hoping it happens when maybe I can do something to make it happen?” — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“Oh, there's a wholesome outing.' I say. 'Let's all skip down to the cop shop to register my daddy as a pervert. What fun.” — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I know I've changed. Nothing gets to me anymore. Well, okay, except for stuff in the past. Back then I was all innocent… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
“We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not… — Laura Wiess Copy Share Image
