Newborns Reminded Her Of Tiny Buddhas

Normal, In Our House, Is Like A Blanket Too Short For A Bed--sometimes It Covers You Just Fine, And Other Times It Leaves You Cold And Shaking; And Worst Of All, You Never Know Which Of The Two It's Going To Be.

Until This Moment, I Had Not Realized That Someone Could Break Your Heart Twice, Along The Very Same Fault Lines.

Then Henry Speaks Again. "did He Do It?" I Turn To Him Slowly. "does It Matter?

There's That Unwritten Schism That Literary Writers Get All The Awards And Commericals Writers Get All The Success.

It Is So Easy To Presume That While Your Own World Has Ground To An Absolute Halt, So Has Everyone Else's.