Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.
The scolding voice is her own, so abrasive and quick, yet so powerless to move her.
He dares not concern himself with the future for fear of disturbing the present.
Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.
In a long and healthy life, which is what most of us have, there is plenty of time.
We are too kind, too willing--too unwilling too--reaching out blindly with a grasping hand but not knowing how to ask for what we don't even know we want.