Scribble out the world since it was not to your liking and make up a new one, something better.

His love for his children bore down on his heart with the weight of three heavy stones. There were all his unnamed fears for them, and hopes for them. There was all he was powerless...

so your husband’s home with the little ones?—it’ll be good for him, let him see what it’s like with kids all day, right? men never understand until you ask them to do it and then...

In the arc of an unremarkable life, a life whose triumphs are small and personal, whose trials are ordinary enough, as tempered in their pain as in their resolution of pain, the claim of exclusivity...

And when Mary nodded, Pauline said, “You’d better hurry then, you know how how is,” and laughed to show she would not be married to bald John Keane for all the tea in China. In...

If you want to see how far we have not come from the cave and the woods, from the lonely and dangerous days of the prarie or the plain, witness the reaction of a modern...

His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought)...