I can bend my wrist down to my forearm. I can wrench my fingers backward until they rest on my hand. A hitchhiker's thumb might arc into a 90-degree angle; mine will go to 135. — Monica Hesse Copy Share Image
People throughout time have grieved, have fallen in love, have fallen out of love. We are sometimes petty and sometimes heroic, and we have… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
“How do you calculate fish fries in the backyard, kiddie pools in the front yard, and unfettered views of a thousand starts in the… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
“Lucky has become such a relative term, when the standards to meet it involve only not being treated like a criminal in your own… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
“But maybe rural America isn't dying so much as it's Shucker-ing: adjusting, adapting, becoming something new, getting a new outdoor sign and adding jalapeno… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
I hope people will never stop dressing up as Harry Potter. It feels less to me like something you wear because you think it's… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
Fiction writing and journalism, in my experience, are really excellent training grounds for each other. — Monica Hesse Copy Share
Like a lot of people, I read 'The Diary of Anne Frank' again and again and again when I was growing up - I'm… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
By the end of his life, one has a far easier time picturing Hugh Hefner buying his girlfriend a comfy pair of slippers than… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
Cooking is a weird thing. In homes, I'd wager it's still women who do more of the cooking. — Monica Hesse Copy Share
“Jeff Beall. Beall was a tall man with a bristling mustache and a wit as dry as sandpaper. He’d drive thirty miles to loan… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
In fiction, you learn about pacing and how to build tension - which is something you want in a really good nonfiction feature article… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
“As economies change, as landscapes change, nostalgia is the only good America will never stop producing. We gorge on it ourselves and pass it… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
When Holly Madison, Hef's former chief girlfriend, came out with a tell-all book about life in the Mansion, the most bizarre revelation was that,… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
I can bend my wrist down to my forearm. I can wrench my fingers backward until they rest on my hand. A hitchhiker's thumb… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
“It ended. Of course it did, it finally did, and like a lot of things, by the time it actually ended, people were starting… — Monica Hesse Copy Share
