Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn’t know were parched.
You wait for the perfect time to fall in love, said a little inner voice that sounded suspiciously like Lulu, it’ll never happen.
Think about kissing boys all the time. Me and all my friends. We even practice making out with our pillows.
One in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer—and the other seven will know her.
A fight was never about the thing being fought over.
Winston Churchill once said, When you are going through hell, keep going.
This is the first real food I've had since the patisserie trolley at the Bordeaux airport, Shannon said. She took a bite, and an expression of rapture came over her face. They'll probably close the bo...
Things happen as they are meant to happen. There is no grand plan, just flawed human beings bumbling through life.
There were only a few things that truly mattered. Family and friends and connection. Understanding and selfless love.
She realized that no matter how old she got or how far she traveled, she would never stop needing her mom. Now, staring her in the face, was the possibility of a loss so devastating Sonnet didn’t see...
Refusing to feel hurt also meant she numbed herself to joy, but the sacrifice was worth it.
Precision in language was the key to clarity. Specificity
Pasta Fazool, from the region of Puglia Warm 4 Tablespoons of fruity extra-virgin olive oil in a large saucepan and gently sauté 1/ 2 onion, chopped, a peeled and chopped carrot, a rib of chopped cele...
Passion for a pursuit was the best feeling.
Love wasn’t a selfish thing. It was the kindest, most generous impulse a man could have.
Like most American women, you do not understand style. It does not mean parading yourself around in the latest fashion, but simply presenting your very best self to the world. Contrary to your belief,...
I’ve always thought a quilt held together with a woman’s tears to be the strongest of all.
He’d formed the idea that she was a solitary sort, not one to seek company when a good book lay at hand.
The chilly blue of loneliness was a shadow on snow. The
She had known a love as intense as the brightest star, and a betrayal deeper than the blackest void in space.