She is the glorious reincarnation of every woman ever loved. It was her face that launched the Trojan War, her untimely demise that inspired the building of India’s Taj Mahal. She is every angel in...

He smiled then, bringing back that twinge in her stomach, something that she only later recognized as the pangs of desire.

Fate. As a child, that word was often my only companion. It whispered to me from dark corners during lonely nights. It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the...

The days she was finally brought out of the house would later be remembered as a day when shadows seemed blacker, as if something more lingered in those darkened spaces.

She didn’t see it because when it came to love, she saw what she wanted to see.

Just because love don’t look the way you think it should, don’t mean you don’t have it.

Because I’m your mother, that’s why.

But while the thought of being dead seemed appealing, the actual act of dying did not.

Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.

To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.