Sublime

“You have to serve those who need to be served, not just the ones who make you feel good about yourself.

I would give them the ability both to love and not to care.

I gathered up my reserves of cheer and decided to

consumed. If possible, the room was slightly darker than the night she had come in from and a small, single candle on every table stood in place of the stars.

She had a stash of such aprons, each with a seasonal theme—pumpkins, snowflakes—and at least five crisp, striped shirtwaist dresses.

The beauty and the suffering are equally true.

she left that I realized she’d stayed those Sunday nights because Sunday was when she washed the sheets and did the rest of the laundry,

Tavia and I operate off a common hard drive: she remembers half and I remember half.