My heart is really pounding, I said.That's how you know you're having fun, Margo said.
Physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time
To find Margo Roth Spiegelman, you must become Margo Roth Spiegelman. And I had done many of the things she might have done: I had engineered a most unlikely prom coupling. I had quieted the hounds of...
As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past.
She loved mysteries so much that she became one.
Oh no you didn't, Radar says when I show him why we're laughing. Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt.
Please stop, I said. You're upsetting the black Santas.