She is too absorbed in the difficulties of being seventeen to want to hear the confusions of forty-four.
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...
Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.
Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.
Jazon and Mical. What kind of mother misspelled her kids’ names on purpose?
It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.
Isn't it crazy? Rich people in the United States don't even know how to use money properly.
In my opinion, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you loook down on them from a great height.
I feared not, and grew accustomed to walking alone.
I believe I'm very happy.
Humans are in love with the idea of our persisting,' he said. 'We fetishize it, really. Our retirement funds, our genealogies. Our so-called ideas for the ages.
How had she not seen all this? Willa was the one who raised her anxiety shield against every family medical checkup or late-night ring of the phone, expecting the worst so life couldn’t blindside them...
Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.
From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.
But luck is just throwing dice.
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...
Be sweet and carry a sharp knife, was her motto.
A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the b...
A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.