From the waist down, he’s only a baby. But then I look again at his head—its head.
Blanche had known that having Albert was going to be different, but she thought to herself, alligators make perfectly good pets.
"We light the diwas, and do the puja perfectly, and sing all the right bhajans. But nothing ever changes."
I remembered the December morning when mom had dumped several huge boxes of clothes down the chute. The same day she had locked dad’s wood-shop door for good. After he died, mom hadn’t wanted to keep anything that reminded her of him.
Should I blame love on a dose of oxytocin?
Within the rock pool by the sea
A tiny world blooms just for me:
"Caty knew the momentum had shifted back in her favor. This was her chance to get back in the match. She dug for every point, lunge, and scuff marks on the clay telling the story of the battle."
His first proud name was Wave. Although all squirrels are born with wonderfully clever tails, Wave’s was longer and thicker and cleverer than most.
I wish that I could chase a cloud
and lasso it with stars.
Little flowers aren’t enough for Mom to get back to the way we were before. She needs a whole garden. A magical garden, to bring the light back.