I was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.
Time turned into a rope that unraveled as a languid spiral.
It is a great thing to be young and to live without pain. And yet it is a blessing few of us count until we lose it.
She was quick of mind and swift of tongue, always ready to answer a set down with the kind of witty rebuke most of us can think of only long after the moment of insult has passed.
Even the ordinary business of cleaning house seemed somehow to have become sacramental.
