Stones and bones;snow and frost;seeds and beans and polliwogs.Paths and twigs, assorted kisses,We all know who Daddy misses!
Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
She was unaware that she was somewhat of a celebrity up in heaven. I had told people about her, what she did, how she observed moments of silence up and down the city and wrote small individual prayer...
She climbed down the cliffs after tying her sweater loosely around her waist. Down below she could see nothing but jagged rocks and waves. She was creful, but I watched her feet more than the view she...
Please don't let Daddy die Susie, he whispered. I need him.
One day, Buckley came home from the second grade with a story he’d written: Once upon a time there was a kid named Billy. He liked to explore. He saw a hole and went inside but he never came out. The...
Just that winter she had found herself saying to a young woman who worked with her at the tasting bar on Saturdays that between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the...
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn...
I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand
I focused very hard on the dead geranium in his line of vision. I thought if I could make it bloom he would have his answer. In my heaven it bloomed. In my heaven geranium petals swirled in eddies up...
Heaven wasn't perfect.
Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight...
Do you miss Susie?Because it was dark, because Ruth was facing away from her,because Ruth was almost a stranger, Lindsey said what she felt.More than anyone will ever know.
At nearly two months,the idea of it as news was fading in the hearts of all but my family-and Ruth
And in a small house five miles away was a man who held my mud-encrusted charm bracelet out to his wife. Look what I found at the old industrial park, he said. A construction guy said they were bulldo...
And i was gone.
Above his bed the clock ticked off the minutes and I thought of the game Lindsey and I had played in the yard together: he loves me/he loves me not picked out on daisy’s petals. I could hear the clock...
A father's suspicion...' she began.Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.'~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon
You can be free. Simply put, you have to give up on Earth.
When they reached the lobby and the doors opened I knew they were meant to be there, the four of them, alone.