“Instead of slapping her head, I do what they tell you to do: count to ten. Only I do it the gifted way: 123+456+789+10. When your sister has hurtled you swerving into the darkness, stranded you at a funeral home,… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“This is where the pivotal events of my childhood unfolded, while I ate banana and root beer Popsicles, two by two, tucking the sticks… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“We sit silently in our living room. He watches the mute television screen and I watch him. The planes and ridges of his face… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“The way everything seems to be working out right now, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up dead before the night is over.” — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“Sometimes when you're cruel to others, it's because you've gotten yourself into a situation you can't get out of.” — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“In addition to Linda and me, there's a brother, a strange little guy named Bradley, obsessed with his own cowboy boots. He paces areound… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“On the very tip of his tongue is his Firerancher. Thin as tissue paper, it looks like the moon in the daytime sky. Suddenly… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“Instead of slapping her head, I do what they tell you to do: count to ten. Only I do it the gifted way: 123+456+789+10.… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“In the dresser mirror, my face looks the same, but I feel something happening around me, some change as palpable as weather. Stuck in… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“...within the souls of the awkward and the overlooked often burns something radiant.” — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
“It feels weird right at this moment to not be anybody's sidekick. Hard to explain, but when I look at the moon, it seems… — Jo Ann Beard Copy Share Image
