An idea might spark an essay, but never a story.

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

I leave a lot out when I tell the truth

When my mother died, my father's early widowhood gave him social cachet he would not have had if they had divorced. He was a bigger catch for the sorrow attached.

I think you would like Warren. He drinks Courvoisier in a Coke can, and has a laugh like you'd find in a cartoon bubble.

I know that homes burn and that you should think what to save before they start to. Not because, in the heat of it, everything looks as valuable as everything else. But, because nothing looks worth the bother, not even your life.