Misery is when you make your bed and then your mother tells you it's the day she's changing the sheets. — Suzanne Heller Copy Share Image
“Nadia," she says, very softly. I lean forward, straining to hear. Her expression has changed, drawn, as if in pain. "She's gone,"… — Sharon Cameron Copy Share Image
“The child, through no fault of its own, and through the very nature of being a child, is egocentric and self-absorbed. Thus,… — Nikki Sex Copy Share Image
“And every night before I went to bed, my mother would stroke my forehead, pat the dog who was cuddled in the… — Rikki Klieman Copy Share Image
I used to get into bed with my mother every morning, almost until she died, and talk about everything. She was my… — Miriam Margolyes Copy Share Image
“1976. The Bicentennial. In the laundromat, you want for the time on your coins to run out. Through the porthole of the… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
