You Keep Waiting For The Heaviness To

Here At Last Is Her Smile: Burn It Into Your Memory; You Won't See It Often.

Love Was A Rare Thing, Easily Confused With A Million Other Things, And If Anybody Knew This To Be True It Was Him.

I Love “the Autobiography Of Malcolm X.” That Was Like The Only Black Book We Read In High School...

We Know Story Collections End When They End, As Well - The Pages Serving As A Countdown - But Nevertheless The Standard Story Anthology Hews Closer To What Makes Being Human So Hard: It Reminds You With Each Story How Quickly Everything We Are, Everything We Call Our Lives Can Change, Can Be Upended, Can Disappear. Never To Return.

You Can't Regret The Life You Didn't Lead.