Dear Edward

by Ann Napolitano

Question everything, he’d said. Everything.

“Sweetheart, no one is one hundred percent sure of any damn thing. If someone says they are, they’re a liar.”

he wanted a child not to love but to mold in his image, to follow his orders.

“I love the Internet, or at least I used to, but it’s not where you go for the truth.”

“What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?”

“Everything ends,” she says. “That’s nothing to be sad about. What matters is what starts in that moment.”

She’s a worrier, not a warrior.

“If I could designate where my money went,” his dad had said, “I’d pay my taxes with enthusiasm.”

“When you have a long history with someone…Nothing is as linear as you think it’s going to be.

“If you live long enough, everything is complicated.”

“Women are smarter than we are, you know.”

You’re a man, so you’ll never know work that hard. It’s reserved solely for the women.”