He’s always been attracted to broken things. He was the kind of boy who talked the bad girls through their problems, who defended them and didn’t take advantage. Furthermore, he was sensitive to his stuffed animals’ feelings, rotating their position on his bed so that a new plush animal would occupy pride of place at his pillow side every night. Soon I became first and foremost on that pillow; princess of the island of misfit toys.

Dreaming in Night Vision: A Story in Vignettes