I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; anot...
Don Enrique says a full moon pulls up the highest tides of the month, at midday and midnight. And it pulls them down to their lowest ebb when it is rising or setting. So says a man in a frock coat and...
The 2-week delay of her letters had caused me to keep a distrustful eye on Hallie, like a star so many light years away it could have exploded long ago while we still watched its false shine.
If men only knew, modesty makes women fall in love faster than all the cock-a-doodling in the world.
Really it was her mother she’d wanted to call right after the bad news, or in the middle of it, while Mr. Petrofaccio was blowing his nose. First thing in the morning, last thing at night, whenever a...
The larger the corporation, the more distant its motives are apt to be from the original spirit of organic farming—and the farther the products will likely be shipped to buyers who will smile at the h...
Bears and wolves are our fairy-tale archenemies, and in these tales we teach our children only, and always, to kill them, rather than to tiptoe past and let them sleep. Maybe that's why I'm comforted...
Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet
It was his habit, when he rewrote anything, to shed himself of all earlier versions. He kept a clean house.
But Dovey was one of those people who traveled in a medium-size pod of tardiness on which others came to rely.
You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass.
On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to s...
This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market.
Even feigning surprise, pretending it was unexpected and saying a ritual thanks, is surely wiser than just expecting everything so carelessly.
I think maybe it is true that the idle mind is the Devil's workshop.
I'm out of the habit. I've spent years trying not to want. Just, you know, as an endeavor, like quitting smoking.
Today was the day. Every day was the day.
Children - even when they have endured the unthinkable - have a gift for divining the moment when the grown-ups really need to lighten up.
There he’d found the pasteboard notebook: the most beautiful book ever, it could become anything.
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