There was a thing she liked to do in the pool—after running and sweating—and that was to exhale as much air as she could stand, then hold her nose and sink to the bottom and just look up at the surface of the water, the way the sun hit it, the way the liq

His mother was not an aw-come-here-honey-and-give-me-a-hug type mom. She was the kind of mother who, if you had some kind of problem, would suggest that perhaps it might be a good idea to volunteer (she was really big on volunteering) at some sort of orga

My brother won a model airplane contest, the year he turned nine.

He wished that sarcasm came in a bottle, a thing you could buy in a bar, like gin. "Sarcasm and bitters, bartender, on the rocks with a twist of lime." He said. "Make it a double."

You could not see them, the enemy. The trees were not the enemy, but were, instead, collaborators, hiding them.

The snow continuues to fall in slow motion, the world unhurried and deliberate. But inside my head, everything accelerates...

Jude turned to the taller man, James, touched his elbow and whispered. “I’m not crazy.” “Jude, you are crazy. But it’s okay.”

Alice did not know how long she had been lost. Her head crowded with strangers and when Ram came to her, he left in tears. The young doctor, his florid face already marked by a fine network of red veins across nose and cheeks, ran in every few hours, ran out again…