To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them.
Migrations of the HeartEverybody wanted to be the hero of their own story. Nobody wanted to be comic relief.
The Magician KingSunday is always one of those days when you don’t feel bad that it has arrived.
My Entire Compilation of StoriesShe was the curator of her marriage, collector of swift quotes and unremarked-upon sensations.
The Mother Who Stayed: StoriesYou're never really done for, as long as you've got a good story and someone to tell it to.
Novecento. Un monologoMaybe all the people who say ghosts don't exist are just afraid to admit that they do.
The Neverending StoryYou know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, but not what I've been through.
Neglected But UndefeatedIn the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories.
The Library at Night