"But this tiny piece of me kept thinking back to another, happier time, when Mom loved Dad. And me. And Dad loved Mom. And me. At least as much as he could with that dead, cold space growing inside him, that place no amount of love could ever settle into. That impenetrable arctic land where his ghosts had carried his heart."
-Journal Entry March 23, p. 53

"I'd like to tell you I'd fallen head over heels in love with Derek. I did feel something, but it wasn't the hearts and flowers kind of love in my dog-eared books."
-Journal Entry, April 1, p. 125

"East from Carson City, the road stretched long and longer toward yesterday, sculpted in distant granite hills and splintered ghost town boardwalks."
-Journal Entry, May 18, p. 171

"How many more miserable things has Dad done, things I'll never know about and don't really want to? How does he...