She asked me could I read and write. I told her, "Of course, and I can talk too.
The Coldest Winter EverYou learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving.
Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of ForgetfulnessWhat all couples have ever wanted, a little bit of privacy in which to practice all manners of love.
Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage