Lusa turned to Crys, her eyes shining. That was a luna.Crys shrugged. So?So? So what? You want it should sing, too?
Lou Ann’s life was ruled by the fear of salmonella, to the extent that she claimed the only safe way to eat potato salad was to stick your head in the refrigerator and eat it in there.
Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square pl...
Life proceeds, it enrages.
Let's all sing the redneck national anthem: Settle for what you can get.
I’ve seen many a small life meet its doom at the end of a beak in our yard, not just beetles and worms but salamanders and wild-eyed frogs. (The free-range vegetarian hens testimony on an egg-carton l...
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 also interesting how it’s hard to be depressed around a three-year-old, if you’re paying attention. After a while, whatever you’re mooning about begins to seem like some elaborate adult invention...
It’s a fact of our culture that the loudest mouths get the most airplay, and the loudmouths are saying that in times of crisis it’s treasonous to question our leaders.
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 was hard to feel the remotest sympathy for any of the different fools she'd been. As opposed to the fool she was being now. People hang on to that one, she thought: the fool they are right now.
It seems like almost anything is better than having only yourself to blame when you screw things up.
It seems facile to declare one single forbidden fruit, when humans live under so many different kinds of trees.
It made no sense, a lifespan of a few weeks did not add up to an annual migration of many thousand miles. How did they learn where to go?
It is impossible to describe the shock of return. I recall that I stood for the longest time staring at a neatly painted yellow line on a neatly formed cement curb. Yellow yellow line line. I pondered...
Isn't it awfully sad to thing that's all history amounts to, just following the next stupid fashion?
In almost thirty years of walking around on the grass of the world, she couldn't recall having spent two minutes alone with a butterfly.
In a lifetime of hearing people celebrate weekends, she finally saw what all the fuss was about. By no means did her workload cease on Saturday, but it did shift gears. If her kids wanted to pull ever...