Sublime

“I promise you it didn’t make him bitter.”

beautiful, unexpected relief.

Other people’s parents are often a delight.

Wendi giggles and suggests that, in addition to his many functions and duties, Gil should be my bodyguard. He already is, I tell her. And yet that word doesn’t cut it. That word isn’t adequate to what he is. Gil guards my body, my head, my game, my heart, my girlfriend. He’s the one immovable object in my life. He’s my life guard. I particularly en

I love, love, love children’s books. Anything Oliver Jeffers does is dazzling. He recently showed me his artwork for his next one, "Meanwhile Back on Earth." I’ll be the first in line at my local bookstore. I can’t wait.

“You know, I don’t think she ever lost her shit around her white friends.” “Yeah, well,” Erin said ruefully, “we were family.”

A satisfied curl of the lip that is not for work done, and well done, but for doing a thing that has never been done.

Be Novel

“Why, Naa-da-lee, this book should be very successful. When you are done with it, you know the author better. That’s all a reader really wants”—she nodded her head—“to know the author better. Even if it’s a novel, they want to know the author.”