“I don’t know you anymore.” That’s what he told her. “Well, that makes two of us,” she said. Her latte was... »

If I renounce all worldly possessions and go live in the mountains with a goat, two chickens, and a two-year supply of canned... »

She was lying on the couch when it struck her . . . staring at the terra cotta pots, which were mottled, their bottoms... »

Potica prayed to God all the time now. She thought that her name alone should have been reason enough. People never got it... »

The sky would turn peach. Then the fence. Next, the hibiscus would fall out of shadow, deep red centers budding in the black.... »

I’m probably going to disappoint you. Yes, at some point, it’s true. We’ll be going along just fine and then, out of the... »

How many people are you trying to change? What if our love, our sincere friendship, without manipulations, could help to... »

I hear about death all the time in the media. Car accidents and shootings, war, disease . . . I see it on TV played out in... »

There. Did you feel it? That moment when you glimpsed the great change about to take place? Something is approaching. You can... »

Today, my feet ache, as if I’ve been walking barefoot across hot stones. My chest feels tight. My eyes grow suspiciously... »

One has only to watch the evening news to feel a sense of pessimism regarding human beings and their ability to relate in ways... »

Let’s see . . . I’m on Facebook and MySpace, also Yahoo, and then there’s my WordPress blog and primary website. I have... »

I have all of this: the soft, butter-yellow light of my regard; the brown tips of my fingers brushing against skin;... »

“If it wasn’t for disappointment, I wouldn’t have any appointments.” They Might Be Giants, “Snowball in... »

I have a friend—let’s call her Sara—who is incredibly insecure. I am writing this about her, at her request, because we... »

“Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” Love can be a disastrous distraction. I do not say this with... »

The coffee table was littered with the refuse of youth: a small bowl of finger nail polish, mostly shades of purple and... »

I always thought that my strength came from having a solid understanding of the big picture. To me, this meant knowing, in... »

Love is very quiet, today, like a fallen blossom nestled in blades of grass— not even the wind can touch it. Tomorrow,... »

Is he serious? I wonder. There are a million blogs on the Internet. They’re useless! It’s like those status posts... »

The lights glowed, small, pinpoints like the tiny globes of fireflies or sprites frozen in ice—they lined the fence,... »

I am filled with sorrow... I am a weighted creature, sinking deeper beneath dark waters. There is only the barest hint of a... »

She slips out into the night, black sky, made omnipotent by the high-rise gait of the six-inch stiletto slicing down from... »