I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself for the next hit, and feel something. Something grainy… — Sarah Dessen

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

Can she be divorced? I asked. And famous for her commercials and ideas?