Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.
At the corner of K street and Fourth Avenue, I slowed down to let a pedestrian cross, a boy around my age. Maybe because he was so tall or maybe because of the way he walked-with a determined leaving...
All my life the only reliable person, the one I could count on, the one who hasn't abandoned me, is me.
Why do people...we...why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to love? He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. 'I guess...because there's a lot tha...
What did it feel like, I wondered, to be kissed like that right out in public? Not like some passionate tongue-wrestling thing, just a kiss to declare: We are each other’s. I’d never been kissed like...
We'd walk home together in the foggy summer night and I'd tell her about sex; the good stuff, like how it could be warm and exciting--it took you away--and the not-so-good things, like how once you sh...
Watching Cameron come toward us I could see why Katy used the words hot and gorgeous to describe him-he definitely had nice hair and a long, lean body with broad shoulders, and the eyes. I wondered wh...
Wait in the car. He opened the door and started to climb out.Hold on! How long should I give you? What if you don't come back in a certain number of minutes? Should I call the cops?Don't do anything....
Trust me, Jennifer. Just...trust me.I drove another block or two. Why should I?Why shouldn't you? But I knew it wasn't his fault, any more than it was mine. It wasn't like either of us had control ove...
This was why Mom had told me to keep an eye on her. As tough as Dixie was, when it came to Dad she was a regular girl who wanted her father to love her. So
This was a memory I wanted to keep, whole, and recall again and again. When I was fifty years old I wanted to remember this moment on the porch, holding hands with Cameron while he shared himself with...
This is the last time, the girl thought, that she would remember these things. If they floated back to her again, she would paddle away. When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.
There was a present on the front seat of Ethan's car, a Gap box tied with a white ribbon. Happy birthday, Jenna, Ethan said, leaning over to kiss me, his lips cool from the iced chai he stopped for ev...
There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.
The importance of our connection, what it meant to find each other again, the way it made what happened to us and between us not be a waste, not be for nothing. He would know, he had to know, that not...
The American dream is kind of stupid, anyway. Slave ninety percent of your life so that you can spend the last ten percent of it doing nothing?And there's no guarantee you even make it far enough to e...
Right now I would love to have a personal message from God. I want to believe the way I used to, when my dad or mom or sometimes both of them would pray with me at night and I would picture God listen...
Mom always says that doubt is just another way of expressing faith.
It came down to the smallest things, really, that a person could do to say I’m sorry, to say it’s okay, to say I forgive you. The tiniest of declarations that built, one on top of the other, until the...
Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end?