Here is a girl who is pretty in a quiet way. I bet she's had a very sad life.

When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.

I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me.

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs.

I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.

The roundness of life's design may be a sign that there is a presence beyond ourselves.