But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
But a Congolese life is like the useless Congolese bill, which you can pile by the fistful or the bucketful into a merchant's hand, and still not purchase a single banana. It's dawning on me that I li...
Bobby Bingo had skin like a baked potato. A complete vegetable man, Lou Ann thought,
At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But at another point, much earlier I think, I'd quietly begun to hope for nothing at all in th...
And fairly enough she thought, for that was the way of the world. A road was to be driven upon. The candy dish was there to be eaten, money in the bank got spent, people claimed whatever they could ge...
And all of us with our closed eyes smelled the frangipani blossoms in the big rectangles of open wall, flowers so sweet they conjure up sin or heaven, depending on which way you are headed.
Already? How can this be? I would ask, shattered by the terrible truth that I needed a three-ring binder and some #2 pencils. It’s not that school was a bad thing. Summer was just so much better.
All that hurry can blur the truth that life is a zero-sum equation. Every minute I save will get used on something else, possibly no more sublime than staring at the newel post trying to remember what...
All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answe...
A mother's body remembers her babies--the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has its own entreaties to body and soul. It's the last one, though, that overtakes y...
So he just stood there brewing like a coffeepot. Only with a coffeepot you know exactly what's going to come out of it.
Our best task is to move forward without insisting others slide backward.
On asparagus) Europeans of the Renaissance swore by it as an aphrodisiac, and the church banned it from nunneries.
Was after they discovered the world was round. I’m not scared of big words. I didn’t say you were. You did, too! ‘I realize you’re no scientist, Miss Rawley,
Stopped: a final swish in the tall grass
Sounding surprised. That’d make a nice hostess gift.
Some secrets kept themselves, out of a failure to stand up to the competing rumors. She
On the weekends. He’d mentioned a place called Sweet Briar where he met other scientists. She felt the trailer’s absence
Might call it a great passion. When the true name of what we’re dealing with is greed, or lust. We all have the special talent of believing in a falsehood, and believing it devoutly, when we want it t...
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