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Family & Ancestorsexpand_moreChocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
We want to revisit what life was like before technology infected us.
“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”
He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk
She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.
Ron Carlson
The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.
He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.
Kitty reached the age of twenty-five and was still unmarried.
It had been four weeks and five days since she confronted him.
He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.
I had to prepare. I had to be able to save us from what was coming.
She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.
The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.
She could not remember what Past and Present stood for.
The girl began to dance again, throwing her arms from side to side.
If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.
We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.
It almost makes you cry, to know that you are no longer needed.
I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.
I hold on to the shape of a star the way my aunts hold on to Jesus’s gown.
Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.
The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.
There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.
