In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.
The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.
A photograph offers us a glimpse into the abyss of time.
The muttered hint, "Remember, you have a stroke here," freezes my joints like a blast from Siberia.
The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.
As souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven