It's funny how things seem different, suddenly..

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea..

She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life..

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement..

The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I've learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries a….

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But la….

He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding h….

Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something t….

He had never even glimpsed her..

He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided ….

Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person you meet by ….

Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence..

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losin….

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch..

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for gran….

...bleak territory of the heart..

Writing is always a process of discovery—I never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There’s a constant interplay b….

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two..

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers..

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place..

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?.