Overcast day, dark; I feel like ten kinds of hell.

It's not a broken heart, but it feels like it is. "You okay?"

Her house was two miles away from mine, which is pretty close for a neighbor, when you live in the country. The bridge was halfway between my house and hers, and we used to meet there to begin our adv...

Is it anger? It's not an addiction to any one thing, not an addiction to them all. It's wanting to let that feeling go, that feeling I carry always, and never remember a time without.

Dirt scuffed to dust, caught in the wind, a cloud of nothing, and she tells herself it's time to cry, but she doesn't believe it. So hot, the sun pushing against her skin, trying to burst in through h...

Life speculation.

You're a hero. Everyone knows it.

"Everything doesn't have to be sad, you know." "I know," I say, and I try to think of how I can gracefully change the subject. I can't come up with anything, so I go with my gut. "Hey, is that a gila ...

An unexpected gift has terrible consequences

"You think this qualifies?" It seems like it should be a pretty straightforward answer, but it takes me a second to respond. "I mean...yeah?"

I've always loved the snow, always thought of it as a friend. My best friend, with its beauty and its calmness and the way it covered the world and made everything quiet and the way it hid the uglines...

Evaluation of a late-night encounter between strangers