Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
" 'The CIA code word for him is The Mingrelian. That's a tribe or clan in the Republic of Georgia, that's been prominent in the Caucases since the dawn of civilization. Mingrelians were among the first Christians and remained Christian through Mongol, Persian, and Turkish invasions. Their aristocracy maintained an independent principality along the coast... Continue Reading →
" 'Negative thoughts back you into a corner,' her mother said to her, smiling, one afternoon after returning from a picnic with the baby in Flushing Meadows Park. 'They multiply and surround you. Don't think of what you don't have. Try to focus on the simple pleasures.' It was rich, this spouting of shibboleths, this... Continue Reading →
" 'We are obliged to consider every person,' Said her father deliberately, in his professional voice, 'who has not been judged guilty by a court of law, to be innocent: that's one of the principles of democracy. It is also the principle of a country under the rule of law.' " Cordelia Eleonara Fogg is... Continue Reading →
"I almost feel sorry for her now. So easy to feel sorry for someone whose life is full of such tasks and aspirations. Lying here, in her place, on her bed, my head on her pillow, it is all pitifully clear: Emma is the engine of this home, the person who propels it forward,... Continue Reading →
"The sound cuts off, and Carly stares at the dead phone like she wants to crush it in her fist. Thunder shakes the house again, and a flash of lightning illuminates the shabby living room. Suddenly everything seems very still. The wind goes silent. Our eyes meet in the dim light. We both know, deep... Continue Reading →
"An angel has stepped into your life, perchance to change it forever. And you want to contemplate the ifs? Go now, James; and tomorrow when we meet again, we'll talk more about this angel, who by then will have a name." This is a short story collection that concentrates on the trials and tribulations that... Continue Reading →
"She cried over the injustice she had thoughtlessly caused me, inconsolable over mistakes that threw happiness out with the trash. She mourned disposable opportunities and unrecyclable pleasures, a forgotten birthday. When she was haunted by thoughts of all the things she hadn't done, painting lessons, suing the conservatives for treason, it was like all the... Continue Reading →
"You drop your phone and it lands in the yellow zone and you're lucky it didn't fall onto the tracks and I get goose bumps and I wish I could grab you by the arm and escort you to the other side of that pole. You're too close to the tracks, Beck, and you're luck... Continue Reading →
" 'All sufficiently advanced technology is indiscernible from magic.' At the time, the child has not understood. So the man had explained: 'What that means, quite simply, is that things which are banal for me, can seem magical to you; it all depends on the technological level of the society in which you grow up.'... Continue Reading →
"I felt like a toddler facing a long driveway of puddles. I imagined Academy Place as a club at one of the top Ivy League schools, one that teaches the secrets of creativity, with the full array of handshakes, slogans, and robes. I figured alums must... Continue Reading →
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