Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still

How Much Smaller The Large Places Are Once We're Grown Up, When We Have Car Keys And Credit Cards.

The Words And Sentences You Take Into Your Body From Books Are No Less Sacred And Healing Than Communion. Surely At Least One Such Person Lives In Your Zip Code.

It Turned Out To Be Impossible For Me To 'run Away' In The Sense Other American Teenagers Did. Any Movement At All Was Taken For Progress In My Family.

Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still Find Myself Some Mornings Reaching For The Phone To Call Her. She Could No More Be Gone Than Gravity Or The Moon.

I Don't Think I Look Like The Pope's Favorite Catholic - At Least Not Under Close Scrutiny.