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Life Choicesexpand_moreIt was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.
Sometimes you weren’t a good daughter, the mother says.
Cheer and cheer and cheer she sings a song on nesting wings.
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
As our friendship declined into torture, the prairie grew hotter.
She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.
The dead men don’t look like themselves or anybody else.
It’s a girls’ college we’re going to, but all the guys know Polly’s name.
How bright and eager they appear, how ready to get started.
Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.
The psychology in climbing is to look ahead, but that trick was little help.
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters.
Heaven preserve me from the Epidemic of a Proud Ignorance!
The horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.
I believe you get to see a sunset once. Death, well, I’ve lost count.
My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
In all the faded retellings of that night, there’s a lot he left out.
Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.
The future of the book began to appear among imaginary woods.
He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
They’re still there since they never grew old. The story is never finished.
It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.
My shadow is cast by the paleness of a certain star.
My hands only knew. The painkillers in our mothers’ cabinets.
Susan Ann so wants to be that girl—daring, free, divinely sensual.
I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.
We didn’t think of ourselves as anything so grand as sex workers.
Love is the difference between a full life and an empty one.
I don’t own a smartphone and never will. I’ve never sent a text.
