…kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks..

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want..

It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things..

With my hand in his, I looked at all the apartment buildings with rushes of love, peering in the wide streetside windows that revealed living rooms p….

Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children... It was a fleeting statement, one I didn't think she'd hold on to; after a….

But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think? Before she knew it was candles, did s….

Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write..

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time..

I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups..

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side..

You're the perfect girl', he said, rubbing his chin. 'You expect nothing..

Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped..

I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my cl….