Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison. "It's both sad and incredibly impressive that you were all ready with that one.

A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

Harry Potter achieved a very special act of actual magic: it made it completely acceptable for an adult to carry around, read and enjoy a childrens book.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra

She firmly held the theory that everyone gets at least one very stupid superpower.

I could pretend, at least, and if I pretended long enough, maybe I could make it into a reality.