Margaretta was sitting on the topmost step of her front porch, in a faded pastel-colored
sundress, barefoot, elbows on her knees, chin in her hands—lost in thought, I surmised …

That's what his profile said. My attraction to it was the latest in a string of developments to
alert me that I was getting old. The other big ones lately had been the movement from few …

hard to stop looking for something without giving up hope. I don't know how. Buddhists l
nonattachment, or they say they do. But have you dhist lose his car keys? I have, and they're …

was just before my thirtieth birthday. I school, of all places. I had no idea why. Non were
extremely well-spoken rubber duckies. Yo any one direction, and we would flounder on f in …

Meaning to stay as long as possible, I sailed for Europe. It was March 1950. New York and
most of die people I knew had begun to close in. Or to put it differently, I felt that I alone in …

My future mother-in-law, Big Bad (not her real name), was knocking on the reclaimed, all-
natural, urban woodcraft teak door of her guest bath, saying she wanted to personally …

just dying to see you, so excited, and you real a ninety-two-year-old," said Miles Henry to
Grace Lafferty, the famous actress, who was jus town, a very quick visit. Miles and Grace …

The time I saw Mama raise a man from the dead, it was close to dusk. Mama and her nurse,
Lenore, were in her office—Mama with her little greasy glasses on the tip of her nose …

And aren't we all always jonesing for a way out or in, a better deal, a shorter distance to x,
more y. Satisfaction is a shallow goal, counterfeit, but reassuring as a binky. Will Durant took …

I say it's really me, of course. I say it pleasant as can be, like I'm still working the register at
Key Food, even though these men don't look like nobody I know or want to know. It's two of …