The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.
The boys wore helmets that looked too big on their heads, like the Great Gazoo on The Flintstones, and it was nearly impossible to tell which kid was which.
Suzze T just stopped by, Myron said. Win nodded, jaw jutted. I saw her on the way out. Did she look upset? Didn’t notice, Win said, taking a seat. Then: Her breasts were engorged. Win. She has a probl...
Someone is always worse off than you. That never seemed like much comfort.
Secrets don't like to stay underground.
Rumors always hardened to facts. Accusations are convictions in the public mind. You are guilty until proven innocent.
Right now, even though he'd been dead for years, she wanted to collapse in her father's big arms and hear him tell her that everything would be all right. Do we ever outgrow that need?
Okay, Loren said. Anything else? It was like a shadow fell over his face. Eldon? Yeah, he said. There’s something else. I don’t like the way you said that. I don’t like saying it, believe me. But I th...
Love blinds, yes, bit not nearly as much as wanting to be loved.
Kids don’t do what their parents say-they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here?
Kids don't come with instructions. We all mess up. Raising a child is pure impromptu.
I can only be as happy as my saddest child. Do
Here is the truth about tragedy: it's good for the soul.
Each writer had a bedroom in the main house and a shack or work cottage in which to write. We all met up for dinner at night. That was it. There was no Internet, no TV, no phones, yes lights, but no m...
Dimonte spit into the can again, trying hard to cover up his obvious body language. We’re still working on it. Uh, let’s pretend for a brief moment that I’m not a mentally dehydrated numb nut.
Death sucks. Death sucks, mostly because it forces those who stay behind to survive. Death isn’t merciful enough to take you too. Instead, death constantly jams down your throat the awful lesson that...
Daisy wore a clingy black dress with a neckline so deep it could tutor philosophy.
Children view their parents as both intrepid and omnipotent.
A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.
A sign read: YOUR STAY HERE IS TOUCH AND GO—TOUCH AND YOU GO.