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.
So when one spring in spite of all this good advice I fell in love, it felt like disaster. I took a tiny bite and it exploded in my stomach. Love splashed through every cranny, hauled on every muscle,...
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...
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.
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...
It seemed to him that there was some urgency in the air, but then he always felt like that in February: a sense of something breaking out through his skin.
It came to Daffy then, how easily the worst in oneself could rise up and strike a blow. How even the most enlightened man had little power over his own darkness.
In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of tim...
I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.
Do you realize what a beacon you’ve become? A—I beg your pardon? A beacon of hope, says the woman, smiling. As soon as we announced we’d be doing this interview, our viewers started calling in, e-mail...
Blanche has already steeled herself, knowing that the Irish can’t cook.)
Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As
A mí en cambio, cuando algo me gusta, me gusta siempre; como me pasa con las chocolatinas, que nunca me canso de comerlas