Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behavior in children, and medicate it in adults? That’s so random. It’s like this whole shady setup.
What kind of weirdo makes cheese? It's too hard to imagine, too homespun, too something. We're so alienated from the creation of even ordinary things we eat or use, each one seems to need its own publ...
We were not made for this killing thing, I swear. Back up. Big mistake.
Wardrobe of Denial. Blanchie glanced
Today was the day. Every day was the day.
This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.
This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market.
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.
TELL ALL THE TRUTH but tell it slant, says my friend Emily Dickinson.
Some of us know how we came by our fortune and some of us don't; but we wear it all the same
So much energy squandered in the unwinnable war waged by woman against the life-form she is.
Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.
She never wore a watch, and for this she didn't need one.
She looked like Cinderella in reverse, stepped out from her life at the ball for a day of misery among the ashes.
Sal Monelli was an unfortunate fellow whose name had struck such terror in her heart she forbade him to touch any food item that wasn’t sealed and crated. Lou Ann’s life was ruled by the fear of salmo...
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...
Maybe life doesn't get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we're willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.
If men only knew, modesty makes women fall in love faster than all the cock-a-doodling in the world.
If humanity survives long enough to understand what he really was, they can dig him up and put on display the grandiose depravity of the twentieth century.
I thought everything in the world was already discovered. Already in my books. A lot of dead stuff that put me to sleep. That was the day I understood the world is still living.