At any moment, she'll come outside to pick up the day’s newspaper. He can see it resting beneath the blooming crape myrtle, its plastic wrapper glistening with dew.

I stand corrected once more.

You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.

We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.

The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.

Someone will labor to keep it alive/ although the body will want but/ to return to random particles

It takes twelve years for the hot water to run out and your skin has not even begun to prune.

It's true push often comes to shove

"I'll tell you one thing I don't want to see, armed confrontation, leading to domestic warfare."

A Body Divided: Memoir 1 When I came back home, after coming down with polio, everything had changed for me. I'd been gone for forty-five long days and nights. But it was Halloween, a time very nearly sacred for children in the Midwest, and it broug

Dad must have walked around with me 20 times, the store closed around us and finally he said I could have one. They were all in different poses and sizes, with black spots. Except one. One had silver spots.

I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…

I found him dead underneath a sycamore tree. I knew it was a sycamore tree because of all the acorns surrounding the body.

Susie watched the record, her mouth agape just slightly, the spinning vinyl unveiling the powerful sound of a voice she'd wanted to hear her whole life.

Now it turns out, the story doesn’t begin with the butterfly lady, herself, but with her brother.