There was no safe place in the entire world from the rain of stars. The fox fled to the one place he knew, the one place he remembered, where he had felt safe and secure and happy. He ran to the mountain and the cave near the watching giant.
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.