Sublime

And every night you’d come home, kick off your Crocs, and say, ‘Oof, my dogs are barkin’!’ ”

In the evening we had the traditional Greek meal followed by a game in which we would toast one another with blood-colored eggs. The symbolism escapes me, but the holder of the table’s one uncracked egg was supposedly rewarded with a year of good luck. I won only once. It was the year my mother died, my apartment got broken into, and I was taken to

She poured them drinks and forced them to eat, but had she been as poor as she normally pretended to be, I doubt they would have wanted anything to do with her. In their presence she was charming and attentive, but they seemed to need more than just her friendship. Watching her in their company, I could understand why wealthy people usually had oth

The writer Anne Lamott jokes in Bird by Bird, “Ever wonder what God thinks of money? Just look at the people he gives it to.”

I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-conditioned dungeon and leave me there beneath the fluorescent lights and soundproofed ceiling to pay the price for scorning all that they hold dear within their little latex hearts.

‘Anyway,’ he said mildly, ‘I don’t see what you can do with little fish except eat them. What else are they good for?’ ‘In my country,’ I said, feeling a subtle war within me as I said it, ‘the little fish seem to have gotten together and are nibbling at the body of the whale.’ ‘That will not make them whales,’ said Giovanni. ‘The only result of al

if Perkins did not have the time of his life, he would wheelbarrow him all the way back to New York.

“Father’s got the sack from the water–works For smoking of his old cherry–briar; Father’s got the sack from the water–works ‘Cos he might set the water–works on fire.”