The theme of the dance was "Great Romances," or some such nonsense. There were projections of supposedly great couples from the past on the walls of the gym. Romeo and Juliet, Antony and Cleopatra, Hermione and Ron, Bonnie and Clyde, etc.

I don't think I would have minded you being the keeper of my secrets.

It was a nice day, and I don't mean that it was sunny either. It was humid and not too cool, like winter was getting annoyed with itself and wanted it to be spring just as much as everyone else.

Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.

That Woman is in love with her own grief.

Chocolate doesn't solve everything, Nana." "It solves a whole heck of a lot, though.

It wasn't even 8:00 yet. Pretty early for such deep thoughts.