“We bask in the scent of cinnamon before Mom puts a scone her plate. 'His name is Rich,' she says. I select a scone too. 'I like a man with an adjective for a name.” — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“Happy ending roll credits pick our way out, over crushed pieces of popcorn to emerge into the glaring light of day” — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm? J: He's just a friend. We barely know each… — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“Life should come with such a statement. No Promises. Just lots of hope.” — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“But all I can come up with is: 'See you, Mr. Musker. And Thank you.' Words that are too small because there are no… — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“Life goes on, and deadlines arrive, even when it seems the world should stop out of respect for a shattered self-esteem.” — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“Art is ment to travel from your heart to your head and out through your fingers...” — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“Pumpkins. That's what we resemble-- pumpkins, in our orange graduation robes. 'This color makes me look so fat,' Angie says, straightening her cap. 'Why… — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“We bask in the scent of cinnamon before Mom puts a scone her plate. 'His name is Rich,' she says. I select a scone… — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“J: You will not believe what Mom is doing. M: Ballroom dancing lessons? Hot-air balloon classes?” — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
“You know the part in Cinderella when everyone goes to the ball and she sits at home, crying? It wasn’t because her gown was… — Kelly Bingham Copy Share Image
