The dates did not make my mother call to apologize; they made her write a note that did not mention them.

They did not make my father reconsider; they made him tell the group that I had made things public.

Accuracy is not a solvent that dissolves a family’s dysfunction.

It is only a light, and a light does not fix a room; it merely lets you see the room you are actually standing in, which is sometimes a smaller and colder room than the one you had been picturing in the dark.

I decided I would rather stand in the real room with the light on.