“My mother plants her hands on her hips, peevish. “Is that the best welcome you can come up with? Why don’t you come over here and give your father a hug?” Hug him? Touch him? How can she even suggest… — 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
