“This is pitiful. You realize this, right, Dad?” I ask. He concentrates on the video playing on his tablet, which he’s watched about five times. “We can do this. It can’t be that difficult.” “Why don’t we just call Mom?… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“But you can make you happy, my father's voice repeats over and over as I stare at my ceiling. Have I been trying to… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“I'm scared of the geese. When I was five, my mom took me down there to feed those horrible beasts and one of them… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“You have to tell him at some point. It’s like a Band-Aid—you should just rip it off. If you don’t, it’ll haunt you forever.… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“Heated seats or talk radio? Or music? I can do all of them at once if you want.” He starts flipping switches, making the… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“Oh, yeah, looks like things have been super easy for you this far. Look, high school is hell for most people. It’s one of… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“Logan is behind the counter. “Dude!” he says when he sees me. We give each other a manly hug, slapping each other a couple… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“I don’t think I’ve ever been ogled before. If I have been, I didn’t know it. Now, I feel completely and utterly ogled. In… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“People are going to judge you for all kinds of reasons for the rest of your life. Because you vote one way or the… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
“For a moment, I feel liberated. I feel like skipping through a field of freaking daises and stuff. With bunnies and squirrels and maybe… — Leah Rae Miller Copy Share Image
