What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day.To be loved.To be expected.
Twitter and Facebook. Ethan didn’t miss those things. Didn’t wish that his son was growing up in a world where people stared at screens all day. Where communication had devolved into the tapping of ti...
Wonder, Is this what God feels? The rush that comes from having literally spoken a world into existence? And yes, this world already existed, but I connected us to it.
As long as my people are with me, I'm ready for anything.
Do you know how a gun works? They hurt you. They can. I shot a bullet into the back of Molly’s head so she wouldn’t be sick or sad anymore. Did it hurt her?
There is a part of me that never left that room in Fallujah that smelled like rancid blood.
I’m curious, she said. All this time, and now you contact me. I’ve followed your journalism career, subscribe to all the magazines you regularly contribute to, and I thought this . . . expedition . ....
I know it’s crazy, but I’m holding tight to the idea that a small act of kindness can have real resonance.
What a miracle it is to have people to come home to every day.To be loved.To be expected.I thought I appreciated every moment, but sitting here in the cold, I know I took it all for granted. And how c...
Colors and the picket-fenced lawns and the shoppes we spell the olde English way and the sweet smell of the river running through. Parking spaces are plentiful in the off-season. They choose a spot in...
Held it up to the peephole, Theresa felt something break inside her. It was a photo of Ethan lying on a steel operating table, naked under clinical blue light.
Was a brilliant ache in his optic nerve, and a steady, painless throbbing at the base of his skull—the distant thunder of an approaching migraine. He rolled onto his side and pushed up into a sitting...
That prick’s still your copyeditor? Yep. He’s such a dick.
Her therapist, Christian, would tell her to challenge the thought to use. To stop, take a moment, and analyze the error in it.
Aashif stares at him through a hood of black cloth that reveals only a pair of brown, malevolent eyes and a mouthful of smiling teeth too white and perfect to be a product of any fourth-world, Middle-...
Following a tragedy, grief comes in waves, each bigger than the previous, each carrying a new component of pain.
Throw a ball with a person in whose eyes you can do no wrong. He doesn’t see your failings yet. He looks at you with pure love and it won’t last, so you revel in it while it’s here.
Life is too hard and too short not to be with the one you love. So choose me.
It was the continuance of things that crushed her already broken heart. The gears of the world turning on while she lived with his absence like a black tumor in her chest, the grief so potent she coul...
Warm, the sky above a deep and cloudless cobalt. The man checked the pockets of his slacks, and then of his single-breasted coat. No wallet. No money clip. No ID. No keys. No phone. Just a small Swiss...
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