Putting an elbow on the drafting table and her chin in her palm, she simply looked at him. She wasn’t angry. To the contrary. She had her lips pressed together; she was clearly trying not to smile—and...
Mother-daughter disagreements were, in hindsight, basically mother stating the truth and daughter taking her own sweet time coming around.
Is it harder to dream about what you don't have, than to live in fear of losing what you do?
Il l’emporta – il la transporta loin, vers un endroit où elle n’aurait jamais pu aller sans lui- mais, lorsque ce fut fini, le retour ne l’effraya pas. Leo semblait solide. Enraciné. Vrai.Ils restèren...
I was just about to call out to him when a woman followed him out of the townhouse. She was carrying a little boy. As I stood there watching, my father took the little boy from her and held him. He wr...
Falling short of self-destructive, her apathy toward the potential hazard was, given her internal upheaval, not unusual. Only later would she look back on her attitude as irresponsible; only later wou...
Except she wasn’t Vicki Bell anymore. She was Vicki Bell Beaudry, owner of the Red Fox with her husband, Rob, whose family was nearly as rooted in Bell Valley as the Bell family was, hence a questiona...
Лицето му бе като видение от цветно стъкло в нощта-нови места,нови хора,нова любов-тя видя всичко в него.И още-доброта и нежност.И приятелство,исправедливост.И надежда.
Strangely, he wasn’t in the mood to look at files and papers. Not with Heather Cole to look at. For that matter, even the journals might have fallen short—a shocking thought, but one he wasn’t about t...
She distracted him by pulling her gift for him out from under the bed. It was two-tiered and beautifully wrapped, with an exquisite card she had made herself—she was an artist, after all. He read the...
Remember my mother—how much she suffered before she died, how thin and gray she seemed after so much surgery? I don't picture her that way anymore. I picture her as she was before she got sick.
Organ donation is the stuff of which dreams are made, he began. Literally. In a given year, there may be 4,000 people waiting for 2,000 donated hearts, and 4,000 people waiting for 1,000 donated lungs...
Love was such a complex emotion, so overpowering and all-consuming. Love conquered all, the old saying went.
Listen to me, Dad. When Dylan’s first cornea went bad, I grieved for the perfect child he should have been. I told myself that the diagnosis was wrong. I bargained with God—you know, make his eyes rig...
Like it was different up here with him now. Less solitary.More complete.The freedom to be and the freedom to enjoy.
Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don’t have that old hand anymore, Leo. Look at what you have now.
It was the women’s movement that did it, told us we could be everything, but we can’t. We can’t be mothers and wives at the same time that we’re professors. It just doesn’t work. Someone always gets g...
I love crowds. They make me feel part of something big and important.
Emptiness did that to a person. Her insides were a big black hole where dreams of her mother had been.
At last they reached Wild River. This is it? Bill gawked in dismay. Jordanna joined the men to stare at the dark bed of mossy rocks. It is wild, isn’t it? she quipped, surprising herself with her own...