Don’t hide what you have just because people tell you it’s not normal. I have known normal people…and guess what? They are as boring as hell…

The past is always with us. It echoes through every living moment, giving it depth and meaning beyond itself. Sometimes the past is so powerful, those echoes threaten to overwhelm the present.

Perhaps forgiveness wasn’t a singular event, but a progression, or better, a dance that took some figuring before you could perform the steps.

It’s more like a dusty trail, roughly cut out through the underbrush. Most people don’t even notice it. It doesn’t look like a path at all, so they walk right by. Others see it, but...

Time collapsed into a delicate dark pencil brushed against oureyebrows, the emergent rumble of crowds gathering above our heads. Weslid into our costumes. Pirate, outlaw, futuristic rebels. Red,purple, gold. Chains hanging from our belts, tight...

The woman with the cat complex is named Mrs. Alice Plesher, but she doesn’t reveal her first name to him and Sai only finds out by accident, later. Mrs. Plesher calls the paper and is...

Drug addicts had their drugs. Alcoholics had their bottles. Serial killers had their murders.

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise . . . Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American...