In his heart of hearts, Jack London knew that we can never build a fire. Not when we really need to.
He'd never had to make the adjustments and compromises other people accepted early in their romantic careers; never had a chance to learn the lesson that Sarah taught him everyday--that beauty was onl...
He spun on his heels and jogged backward across the goal line, the ball raised triumphantly overhead, a gesture that looked arrogant when the pros did it on TV but felt right just then, allowing him t...
Doesn’t settle for less than she deserves, or apologize unless it’s absolutely necessary.
Oddly emphatic, as if she’d been waiting all day for a chance to discuss the weather.
Wherever he was, he was onto something else, growing up without her, leaving her more alone than she already was.
What about Clinton? I asked. He's pretty interesting.Ugh. Dad looked disgusted. That guy. He could stand out in the rain all day and not get wet.
WE ARE MEMBERS OF THE GUILTY REMNANT. WE HAVE TAKEN A VOW OF SILENCE. WE STAND BEFORE YOU AS LIVING REMINDERS OF GOD’S AWESOME POWER. HIS JUDGMENT IS UPON US.
The G.R. wasn’t big on spelling out its creed; it had no priests or ministers, no scripture, and no formal system of instruction. It was a lifestyle, not a religion, an ongoing improvisation rooted in...
She felt strong and blissfully empty gliding through the crisp November air, enjoying the intermittent warmth of the sun as it filtered down through the overhanging trees, which were mostly stripped o...
Sarah smelled chocolate on Lucy's breath as she leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on the tip of her cute little nose. A vision came to her as her lips touched Lucy's skin, a sudden vivid awareness o...
On the first day of Human Sexuality, Ruth Ramsey wore a short lime green skirt, a clingy black top, and strappy high-heeled sandals, the kind of attention-getting outfit she normally wouldn't have wor...
Not boots, not shoes, not sneakers, not even Tevas—
No one knows what love is, he told me. If someone says they do, they're full of shit.
Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.
It was nothing really, just a passing shadow. And Eve had lived long enough to know that it was foolish to worry about a shadow, everybody had one, it was just the shape your body made when the sun ca...
If I’d known you were coming, he said, I woulda worn my lululemons.
INTRODUCTION TO GENDER AND SOCIETY The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir A classic analysis of the Western conception of the woman. Feminism Is for Everybody by bell hooks A primer about the power and...
And when Aaron called out for him just then, right on time, there was something beautiful about that, too, the way a little kid needed you for everything and wasn't afraid to say so.
Because that's what privilege is-the license to treat other people like shit while still getting to believe that you're a good person.