Winning the lottery is winning the lottery. It's highly unlikely and very unusual.

If heaven is tolerant and writers are allowed (bunch of liars though they are), I wonder if they gather for coffee to ponder the prose they should have written instead.

The city, no matter how small, is corrupt and unrepentant, while the sun shines brighter in the country, making people more wholesome.

Evidence tells that black and Latina woman are more accepting of curves, and that's a good thing.

the only thing left to do is love

When you stand outside, you look around and find that the people you're with live on the fringes.

I hum some secret place into being, thinking of this other me, the one that only I can see, a girl called She, who is not We, a girl who I will never be.