Michael was using a laptop computer in desktop fashion.
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen di...
You had to assume that his body would grow to match, in which case Stephen would become a man of splendid proportions.
The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.
We will freeze to death, thought Mercy. Why go to the trouble of carrying a hundred pairs of moccasins when they won’t make a fire?Her Indian knelt and, with his bare hands, scooped out a hole in a sn...
What capacity the Indians had not to worry. In Deerfield, all had been worry. Worry about the Lord, worry about sin. Worry about today, worry about tomorrow. Worry about crops, worry about children.Bu...
Arms, her black African arms, with
The only evil is that I don't mind that it happened.
The most crippling part of my personality is that as much as I want to know something, I can't bear admitting I'm ignorant. It's as if I think I should have been born knowing and understanding all. As...
Munnonock, said Mercy’s Indian.Eben did not know the word or any of the syllables in it.Mercy frowned, trying to work it out. She shook her head at Tannhahorens.He pointed at her. Munnonock, he said a...
I'm interesting, she thought. I'm unusual. But I'm not beautiful....
Remember how in Deerfield there was nobody to marry? Remember how Eliza married an Indian? Remember how Abigail even had to go and marry a French fur trader without teeth?Mercy had to laugh again. It...
Janie and Jodie looked at him as if he were an out-of-date computer chip.
She stared at the dark shimmer of glass that faced the street. The Clares never pulled curtains. They were comftorable with the dark. But there was another kind of dark. The darkness of minds full of...
Her name was Janie and she loved her shoes and she loved her doggy back home and basically she loved everything. Hannah quickly tired of this kid’s happiness.
A bag lady of indeterminate race pushed her belongings in a cart, on top of which she had balanced a broken-legged plastic chair and a bag full of returnable bottles she was plucking out of garbage ca...
You must love teaching', one mother said to Mr. Shevvington. 'Yes indeed. I think of each class as a zoo.' He laughed..'Twenty-six to a cage.
Stephen was holding his glass of tea so tightly it squeezed out the bottom of his grip like toothpaste and landed on the table.
I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about tha...
Summer. That long lovely world of slow days and late nights, warm air and friendly sun.
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