a paste made of greenish stone, branches and debris rocketing along. See the silken light from the water ... and eddy along its banks. Feel drained by stone; by hordes of gabbling tourists jamming every ...
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from Silva, who writes about encounters with viewers and commenters and answers viewers’ questions ...
abnormality, the threat of the Other to an ordered life. You’ve never been one for the easy road, she said. ...
their grocery store, called Jimmy’s Courtesy Market, along with a modest but comfortable home and most ... English. Always a bright student, she practiced speaking and writing diligently, but the loneliness of ...
matters, nothing of great substance. He knows nothing about family or children either. He writes about them ...
engravings, searching. Ruth lies quietly along the bottom of the box, the gun my father used to kill himself. ... being out here. This is how he always did it, not that he ever took me along. For a while I just walk. ...
shopping center down the road. You force yourself to walk jauntily, while you are out. Returning, you look, ...
of privilege, her father famous nationwide for an advice column he writes drawing on years of his ...
when he was interviewed by the National Inquirer. “Queerest thing I ever saw.” No one paid attention ...