That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.

He had senile dementia and liked to go outside naked, but he could still do two things perfectly: win at checkers and write out prescriptions.

The average food item on a U.S. grocery shelf has traveled farther than most families go on their annual vacations.

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.

Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.

It takes some courage to write fiction about politically controversial topics. The dread is you'll be labeled a political writer.

If you can't dress expensive, dress memorable.