I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass.
I knew Rome was burning, but I had just enough water to scrub the floors, so I did what I could.
Her mark on history: the female acquaintance.
Father had not spoken up yet. My theory was he didn’t know who to jump on first, the insulting Underdowns or his cussing wife, so he just stood there brewing like a coffeepot.
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...
Children - even when they have endured the unthinkable - have a gift for divining the moment when the grown-ups really need to lighten up.
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.
In Kilanga, people knew nothing of things they might have had - a Frigidaire? a washer-dryer combination? Really, they'd sooner imagine a tree that could pull up its feet and go bake bread. It didn't...
Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It's the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else's pain is as meaningful as your own.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.
At home, growing up, we weren't really poor. We had everything we needed, we just didn't have what we wanted.
Shambles in her sternum.
You talk about her as if she is the Notre Dame Cathedral! She is. And the Statue of Liberty and Abbey Road and the best burrito of your life. Didn't you know?
You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
You can't save the whales by eating whales, but paradoxically, you can help save rare, domesticated foods by eating them. They're kept alive by gardeners who have a taste for them, and farmers who kno...
What is new is that we now know so very much about the world, or at least the part of it that is most picturesquely exploding on any given day, that we're left with a desperate sense that all of it is...
We were not made for this killing thing, I swear. Back up. Big mistake.
Wardrobe of Denial. Blanchie glanced
This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market.