A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood.
My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.
South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.