After she told her mother about what the boy had said, and then her mother and father talked and decided between them what was to be done.

Saint Stupid Day On Wednesday, I told my friend Jackie that I sometimes wish that I had a mild cold, nothing serious, just enough that I could stay in bed and read all day and then have soup and a…

IN A LAND far too close, there is a King named Harumph. He has a peculiar orange face and a lumpish, doughy body he tries to contain within costly suits of broadcloth and grey sharkskin, dark blue blazers and crisp…

That little piece of dust I followed as a child in the sunbeam in the living room has now reached planet Mars. From my living room, it attached itself to our dog Tootsie, and when Tootsie sneezed, it catapulted into…

I chiseled at the idea to see if it would budge, but that made it only balloon more between us. Black letters jumbled and spun in a ball, like they were caught in a dryer. I was entranced. You were…

The sound of laughter echoed in Agatha’s head. It was children’s laughter. On her daily, secret visit to John, she got close enough to him to hear his laugh. It was clear, bright, joyful. In its echo she heard other…

Peony opened the letter, and read it for the hundredth time. It was from her father to her mother, pointing out the possibility that they had discovered a microorganism living in the dark, which ate carbon dioxide and produced oxygen.…

The empty streets sighed in relief. Silently, the snow fell. Fluffs of cotton huddled on the front porch. Agatha closed the shutters against the wind and turned. Inside it was warm and cheery. The coal stove emitted warm comfort. John…

My friend Elizabeth gets messages from the dead. When her wonderful husband Ben died of a rare leukemia at barely fifty, she mourned him as she had loved him – passionately and in great depth. About six months after he…

……its always…..in hindsight…… In hindsight, i realize the glow caught me early. Hypnotized me right off. And in the stark black, white and gray scale of what was possible to our uneducated eyes, i needed no color…that would have blown…

You draw me pictures in your notebook. I settle in alongside you. This, after just a few minutes ago when we were openly teasing and laughing at each other across the cafeteria aisle. You ask for my number but I…

Agatha and Ernst fell into a sort of rhythm. They read books, and they exchanged letters about the books. Then once a month Ernst came to visit his uncle and he and Agatha met, with their families of course, and…