“Turns out grief not only morphs time, but space too. Somehow increases the distance between you and other people.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“Who are you and what have you done with my daughter? One guy doesn’t like you and you come running home?” my… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Every happy moment from now on will have the lingering, bitter, heartbreaking aftertaste of loss.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Wake up. This is your life, for God sakes. It's time to face up to it. You can't get anywhere, can't get… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“we match,” I say, and as soon as the words are out I already know that tomorrow will come and I will… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“If that moment was a Russian nesting doll, I was paying attention to the smallest figurine. I did not see all the… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Do you ever think about how your name doesn't fit you? I mean, you're usually Kit in my head, but really I think your… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Instead of trying to watch it happen differently, why don't you try to not watch it at all?” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“They seem to understand that the world is a big, diverse place, and that different is not the same thing as scary. It’s amazing… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Miney says: “Mom is a closet weirdo, and dad is a closet normal, and that’s why they work.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I think about what it would be like to kiss her, to touch my fingertip to her clavicle cluster, to not worry about our… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“I think David was the one who kicked ass today,” I say. “Literally and figuratively,” David says. “I’ve never seen anything like it. He… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“SN: how’s your day, Ms. Holmes? Me: Not bad. Yours? SN: good. been doing my homework in listicle form, because, you know, anything to… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“ I hear my mom in my head, for just a second, since her voice has mostly evaporated—water to air, or maybe disintegrated, dirt to… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“This is the opposite of love, I realize, when I look over and see my empty couch, see right through my imaginary companions. The… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“Annie: I wonder if when he talks dirty, he gets all science-y. Oooh, your matter makes my particles throb.” — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
“And now that I've been exposed to this feeling, perfect mouth against perfect mouth, the natural order of things, I wonder why people don't… — Julie Buxbaum Copy Share Image
