We knew they were going to be good. But we knew we were good, also.

If I lived in 01701 instead of 01702, this wouldn't have gone on for four years.

We had decided to intentionally walk him any time he came to the plate with guys on base.

Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.

There is something about the developing brain that can absorb the blow of a stroke that, in an adult or older child, would otherwise devastate.

Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.