I wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.

He was golden and beautiful as a sunset.

I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.

The more a daughter knows the details of her mother's life [...] the stronger the daughter.

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute

I moved my arms through the water, feeling them float on the surface, watching the waves and wake that followed my gesture. Here was magic, I thought. Here was something holy.