“The first time I try to visit the devil, I bring my son.”
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Car Talk
“I’d kept up my license, but now I needed a car. What kind of car? As in the usual run of things—a congenital tilt towards irreality, an obdurate wistfulness—I pined for something that did not exist: the car at the end of the mind.”
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Sleeping Beauty
“I was seven when I became aware of my longing for beautiful girls.”
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The Feeding
“My mom and I lived together for five years—the breast cancer years—until she died from the disease.”
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I Found It: The Best Free Restaurant Bread in America
“Thirteen thousand miles. Infinite contenders. One beautiful loaf.”
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Why Are We So Afraid of Conversation?
“To let yourself be transformed by what the other person has to say.”
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The Persimmon Tree at Stand Five
“My Japanese-American grandma spent her final years on a hunting preserve in Alabama. She taught me how to be comfortable as an anomaly in the South.”
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What I Found When I Tried to Walk Across Dallas in a Day
“Determined to find adventure in my own backyard, I tramped across my famously pedestrian-averse hometown. The most memorable part turned out to be the serendipitous encounters with neighbors I met along the way.”
