I ate some emotional soup in my childhood and have spent a lifetime trying to digest it.
The Cracked Mirror: Reflections of an Appalachian SonWe were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.
The Elephant TreeIf leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
The Asylum for Wayward Victorian GirlsWell, we could have just given him a horse and sent him on his way, but... Ancaladar ate the horse.
The Phoenix EndangeredI ate the evidence he’d been murdered. What Carl called “Kevin,” I called dinner.
This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucksSorry about the squishy in your shoe. Must've been something I ate.
Won-Ton: A Cat Tale Told in Haiku