Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

Knowing and believing are two different things.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.