A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.
Will you date me when I ask you out? it asked.Yes.Even if I’m ugly and you don’t like my personality?Yes.No, you won’t.I will!You’re just saying that because you’re in a hurry.Well, it won’t be my fau...
When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a per...
We held each other’s hands and laughed with feigned embarrassment that gradually took hold and became real.
Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle?
Tom looked across the patio, our eyes met, and for a split second I remembered my drunken nineteen-year-old face pressed against his chest at a party, his lips resting on the top of my head, murmuring...
Then Potato ran by. He was a little brown dog, just like the woman said. He tore past me like he was about to miss a plane. He was gone by the time I even realized it had to be Potato. But he looked j...
The receptionist xeroxed my insurance card while explaining that chromotherapy isn’t covered by insurance.
The funny thing about my procrastination was that I was almost done with the screenplay. I was like a person who had fought dragons and lost limbs and crawled through swamps and now, finally, the cast...
The boy, who himself was so compelling in the way boys can be. How he pushed his hair off his sweaty forehead, the mineral smell of him, his hand holding a pencil, holding a pencil, holding a pencil,...
The boy looks at his teacher. The sun is shining into his eyes and he squints, and there is a pause wherein the shining of the sun and the squinting of the boy are the only two movements on earth.
Some may say that such a girl is not ready for a relationship with a man, especially a man in his late sixties. But to that I say: We don't know anything. We don't know how to cure a cold or what dogs...
She bludgeoned me with a look of such limitless compassion that I immediately began to cry.
People love to make life harder than it has to be.
People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it.
Morning had gotten lost on the way home. We would lie this way forever, always saying goodbye, never parting.
It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.
It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.
In my paranoid world every storekeeper thinks I’m stealing, every man thinks I’m a prostitute or a lesbian, every woman thinks I’m a lesbian or arrogant, and every child and animal sees the real me an...
I wanted to be the kind of teacher who learned from her students.