I decided early on that I was going to write my stories...in my own voice, my own words, with my own sense of humor and my own actual grammar and peculiarities of speech… everything exactly the way I would tell it.
Solstice
The baby is so small, lying there on the changing table. If she fell she would surely break, maybe die. The woman repeats this: I cannot let you die, baby. I cannot let you die.
Marion
From a young age, Marion understood that seeing is believing. She showed off so that people would believe in her.
My Grandpa Helps Me Pick Socks to Wear to His One Year Mass
"What about these purple argyles? I bought them the day you died. I was sent out to find black socks for you to wear in the casket," I told him, frowning at a hole in one of the toes.
The Thirteenth Month
For all intents and purposes, let’s set the record clear that I wasn’t intentionally trying to break anyone’s heart.
Thirty
He said, I can't imagine that. Living somewhere they don't speak my language. I said I couldn't either.
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