It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.