Like humans, birds mourn the loss of fledglings and mates. There are a thousand variant weeping songs to sing. I had to sign mine and get on with it. That is what I did.

She’d been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.

It's sad how things devolve, how if you hear just the early part of Freddie and Veronica's story, this romantic romp between a blue-eyed guitarist and knobby-knuckled songstress, you imagine they'll go on forever.

... and people who have kids, people with husbands and jobs and mortgages, don't much want to hear about other people's paintings.

I felt guilty because I was upset by the loss of one friend when the Old Man had lost nearly everyone he loved. Loss, I soon learned from him, is not measured in numbers. It's not comparative. It's in here. I'm touching my chest now.

Like humans, birds mourn the loss of fledglings and mates. There are a thousand variant weeping songs to sing. I had to sign mine and get on with it. That is what I did

She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.