My Heart Is Ripped Open, Shredded, Leaking

Mom Used To Say That Having Three Boys Was Kind Of Like Having A Pet Tornado That Talked Back.

It Feels Like It's The End Of The World If You Don't Do Well On Your Sats.

I'd Once Been Fascinated By His Legend - All The Stories I'd Heard Before I Met Him. Now I Can Feel That Same Sense Of Fascination Returning. I Picture His Face, So Beautiful Even After Pain And Torture And Grief, His Blue Eyes Bright And Sincere. I'm Ashamed To Admit That I Enjoyed My Brief Time With Him In His Prison Cell. His Voice Can Make Me Forget About All The Details Running Through My Mind, Bringing With It Emotions Of Desire, Or Fear Instead, Sometimes Even Anger, But Always Triggering Something. Something That Wasn't There Before.

June Has Never Looked More Beautiful Than She Does Now, Unadorned And Honest, Vulnerable Yet Invincible.

The Boy Who Walks In The Light.