That cat doesn't have a lick of sense,' I said, sighing.Well, honey, he's not right in the head,' Dad said, flipping his cigarette into the front yard.I glared at him. 'And just what do you mean by th...
Possibility, infinity, beauty -- none of those words were right. [...] What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of you...
My mother was good at reading books, making cinnamon biscuits, and coloring in a coloring book. Also she was a good eater of popcorn and knitter of sweaters with my initials right in them. She could s...
I’m never reading poetry again unless it’s by James Whitcomb Riley! And I went storming out of the house to try and shake off the injury done to me with words.
I got kicked out of Brownies and they won’t give me another chance to keep my clothes on at camp. Also
He sang like an angel, he was faithful to God and he waited honorablyfor the wife he believed God chose for him. He made two daughters whoshone like mirrors in the direct sun; he blazed his path with...
You could buy individual boxes of detergent and fabric softener, even bleach, and there was nothing that made me grind my teeth with pleasure more than a real thing shrunken down small. The first time...
Sometimes the side of the house would exert a strange and supernatural magnetic force upon my body, which would cause me to fly up against it, face first, and stick there.
She waited until she and my grandfather Anthel were just home from their honeymoon, and then sat him down and told him this: Honey, I know you like to take a drink, and that's all right, but be forewa...