“I itched to have my phone in my hands so I could . . . I didn’t even know what. I wanted distraction. I… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“It was enough to make me feel like retreating into some wooded or snowy clime, where only the most determined photographers or Mary-hunters might… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“I knew guys got erections. I was perfectly prepared to deal with it. When the right guy and the right erection came along.” — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“It’s wonderful,” his mother says, and I feel something old and familiar course through my blood. It fills all four chambers of my heart,… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“We’d had a bunch of classes together over the years, but I couldn’t be sure we’d ever spoken one-on-one and now that made me… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“He wanted more than anything, to walk over the bridge. To just leave Oyster Point and go to college in the city, where maybe… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“It didn't matter. Carson wasn’t the one for me. He wasn’t even the one for right now. My life would hopefully have its great… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“Her hair was a dried-out cornfield and her skin a worn leather handbag. She had resting bitch face, so I knew where I’d gotten… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
“I felt sort of sad that I couldn’t remember the last time, before tonight, that I’d paid such close attention to the sky. It… — Tara Altebrando Copy Share Image
