Her whole body flared to life with a fiery blush. Maybe that was why the term old flame had been invented. Somebody always got burned.
For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them. —John Banville
Fine, then just tell me what I need to do. It’s your specialty, right? Turning a diamond in the rough into a polished gem. She regarded him skeptically. Assuming there’s a precious stone under that ex...
Feed your friends, and their mouths will be too full to gossip, Bubbie used to say. Feed your enemies, and they’ll become your friends.
Caponata This has an excellent flavor and makes a very nice presentation on a perfect leaf of lettuce, not that Robert and Sal ever gave a hoot about presentation. And it’s even quite low in calories,...
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. —Hamilton Wright Mabie (1846—1916), American essayist
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. —LAO TZU
BURNING LOVE 8 slices bread 3 cups heavy cream 1 whole egg 3 egg yolks 1-½ cups sugar ½ teaspoon nutmeg ½ teaspoon cinnamon ¼ cup rum ½ cup raisins or currants, steeped for 15 minutes in a cup of very...
And then the simple truth dawned on her. She finally acknowledged that it didn’t matter who you were or where you came from. Love
The one who was lost. It was as if someone had pulled a dark hood over her face, spun her around until she was dizzy, then thrust her forward, to grope her way blindly through life, praying she would...
Stopped right in the middle of the path, cast a furtive glance left and right and then pressed his mouth in full lockdown mode upon hers. Ew.
She read books the way an addict swallowed pills. She devoured stories one after the other, trying not to let reality intrude too deeply.
Life had grace notes. These were moments so sweet that they could be tucked like the smallest of keepsakes, never to be forgotten. She
Heart—life had grace notes. These were moments so sweet that they could be tucked like the smallest of keepsakes, never to be forgotten. She
But in a town full of nobodys, she’s practically somebody.
Brutal honesty has its place, but the occasional white lie does wonders for a fragile heart.
You’re good at so many things, Camille said. I’m a fat loser, Julie stated. And don’t say I’m not fat because I am. Camille felt ill. She’d been blind to what Julie wanted. Was she a terrible mother f...
You’re bleeding, he said. A thorn prick, no more, she stated. I didn’t know fairy creatures could bleed. I always fancied them spun of mist and moonlight, not flesh and blood. Let go. No, my love— I’m...
Wishful thinking is a powerful force.
When your pain is bad, and your strength is gone, you might start thinking of leaving. Leaving. I like that.