Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
“This is the truth: we all desire to conquer the comely one, because it affirms our own worth. Speaking for the men of the world, we want to own the beauty of the woman we're fucking. We want to grasp that beauty, tightly in our greedy little fingers, to well and truly possess it, to... Continue Reading →
Bus crashes, hostage situations, trucks going over bridge overpasses, bullets flying, being caught in the middle of a Guatemala drug war; all in a days work of a dogged missionary. Nina Truman is part of a family who have lived their professional lives answering God's call to doing missionary work in countries of need. Nina... Continue Reading →
"A woman will think she can fall in love with you because you can write a song,because you can touch some raw emotional nerve that most people don't even bother thinking about. Because you van write a fucking lovesong. Because you're famous. And for one night: you're golden. I've been golden all over the world.... Continue Reading →
"This was one of these times in life when she would have virtually no control over the outcome, and Diana accepted it not willingly, but with that same sense of flat, revolving helplessness that she had struggled with since she and Peter parted the night before. It was a scary feeling and one that as... Continue Reading →
"While everyone else was teaching, I went to an unoccupied corner and started going over material I had learned that day. For the first time, I felt as if I might have a chance to actually be good at something. Like Godmother said, nothingness was the beginning of the universe." Charlie Wong is a young... Continue Reading →
Paige Plant is a twenty-five-year-old waitress, amateur painter, and ex-MIT student who relishes her time playing her guitar on the street in Harvard Square. She is, in her heart of hearts an aspiring songwriter who anticipates becoming a nationally recognized superstar, and hopeful of eventually becoming a global phenomenon. I say if you're going to... Continue Reading →
Most of the people who knew my mother either slept with her or wished they had, including me, my aunt Medina and a man who boarded with us; though he was neither old nor someone’s father, he went by the name of “Pops.” I know that’s ambiguous, but it’s better left ambiguous for now. As... Continue Reading →
"What does love feel like? Floating and burning: just like when he holds her with that polite formality yet his forehead presses a little too heavily against her temple as they move. Just like when the hazy coppery light is splintered by intense, triumphant bursts of gold and crimson. Like when she can feel his... Continue Reading →
The great Canadian singer/songwriter and known cynic Joni Mitchell most famously wrote that "you don't know what you got 'till its gone." What you realize after reading some of these stories is the lack of perspective that enables mistakes to take shape in relationships (usually from the men's side) to ultimately lead to the end... Continue Reading →
The thought of reading a cultural mystery novel with "old folks" and their varying personalities being at the heart of the matter is always a very favourable option. When the story involves argumentative, skinny, shoulder-shrugging, wine drinking, rude French natives I believe a great time reading this story is in fact an inevitability. With respects... Continue Reading →
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