I watch his hands, they're lumpy but clever. Is there a word for adults when they aren't parents?Steppa laughs. Folks with other things to do?
I think is man talk for .
I looked at my stepmother, and she stared back at me, and our eyes were like mirrors set opposite each other, making a corridor of reflections, infinitely hollow.
I heard a knocking in my skull, and kept running to the door, but there was never anyone there.
I don't watch the cartoon planet this morning, I choose a bit of a gardening and a fitness and a news, and everything I see I say, Ma, is that real? and she says yeah, except one bit about a movie wit...
Good-bye, Room. I wave up at Skylight. Say good-bye, I tell Ma. Good-bye, Room. Ma says it but on mute. I look back one more time. It’s like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out t...
But the thing is, slavery’s not a new invention. And solitary confinement—did you know, in America we’ve got more than twenty-five thousand prisoners in isolation cells?
Blanche has already steeled herself, knowing that the Irish can’t cook.)
; that was what the Irish seemed to call every young female
You must feel an almost pathological need—understandably—to stand guard between your son and the world. Yeah, it’s called being a mother. Ma nearly snarls it.
Writing stories is my way of scratching that itch: my escape from the claustrophobia of individuality. It lets me, at least for a while, live more than one life, walk more than one path. Reading, of c...
Why are places to eat called coffee shops? I ask him. Well, coffee’s the most important thing they sell because most of us need it to keep us going, like gas in the car. Ma only drinks water and milk...
The hammock hangs on hooks in two trees at the very back of the yard, one is a shortish tree that’s only twice my tall and bent over, one is a million times high with silvery leaves.
That's tree persons in the room now and two of us, that equals five, it's nearly full of arms and legs and chests. They're all saying till I hurt. Stop all saying at the same time.
Sitting watching Anna’s eyelids flicker some hours later, Lib found herself longing for the sleep she should have had that afternoon. But this was an old battle, and like any nurse, she knew she could...
She struggled to think of one day in more than fifteen years of life when instead of drifting along like a leaf on the river she’d simply grabbed what she wanted. The
People have no idea of the things that don't happen to them—the lives they're not living, the deaths stalking them—and thank Christ for that. Hard enough to get through each day without glimpsing all...
One of them asked what was in my skirts to make them so heavy, and I said, Knives, and he took his hand off my thigh and never touched me again.
No entiendo por qué el dolor significa que te curas
It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of...