Let's all sing the redneck national anthem: Settle for what you can get.
LISTEN, don’t believe in fairy tales! After that happy-ever-after wedding, they never tell you the rest of the story. Even if you get to marry the prince, you still wake up in the morning with your mo...
Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their number-one friend.
I’d like to ask those who favor this position if they would be willing to go to Littleton and explain to some mothers what constitutes an acceptable risk. Really. Because in a society that embraces vi...
It's terrible to lose somebody, I said, I mean, I don't know firsthand, but I can imagine it must be. But it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so mu...
It wasn’t all a waste, she told him over and over, holding on. Some things they got right, she was sure of that. The children. And for all the rest they wept, a merged keening that felt bottomless. Fo...
It was strange to speak forthrightly, after living at Mrs. Bittle’s those years: exiting the bathroom with downcast eyes, sitting at supper while old Mr. Judd piped up with his yellowed news extras. N...
It seems like almost anything is better than having only yourself to blame when you screw things up.
In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune.
In her experience people had worries or they had tons of money, not both.
If it crosses your mind that water running through hundreds of miles of open ditch in a desert will evaporate and end up full of concentrated salts and muck, then let me just tell you, that kind of ne...
I tried to recall where I had been at sunup that day. It was in St. Louis, Missouri, where they have that giant McDonald’s thing towering over the city,
I took my time exploring. I savored the first minutes in a new home. Carlos would always go straight to unpacking boxes, looking for the sheets and coffeepot and swearing that we were going to get bet...
I realized that I had come to my own terms with the desert, but my soul was thirsty.
I knew exactly what I should have said: Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.
I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
I became determined to know a few steps more of that path every day.
I am not sure how so many Americans came to believe only our wealthy are capable of honoring a food aesthetic.
How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.
How foolish it seemed now to label anything of the century. This one was still a teenager with an anger-management problem and a long future ahead.