There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect.

Now it's time to focus on basics for people in our neighborhoods... and real ethics reform at City Hall.

A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.

Writers would be warm, loyal, and otherwise terrific people-if only they'd stop writing.

The first book we fall in love with shapes us every bit as much as the first person we fall in love with.

Do the children who prefer books set in the real, ordinary, workaday world ever read as obsessively as those who would much rather be transported into other worlds entirely?