“Then there's nothing left but the long quiet. Far in the distance, haze rises from the desert and dances ghostly against the sun. Even when things are hazy and out of reach, we find comfort in the stories we tell each other to keep our hearts beating. There is beauty in that, at least.” StoriesBeautyQuietPerseveranceResilienceResolutionWomen S FictionShort Story Collection Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories
“We will give the rest of them names--Turkey Feathers, Lonesome Pine, Old Sagebrush Mustache--western names as hardy as desert bones, blanched crisp as the napkins and paper placemats on which I'll take notes. You'll tug your ear or scratch your nose, which we understand as signals. The diner patrons won't notice. They never do. And we'll go on speaking to each other in code.” BeautyDiscoverySignalsUtahFathers And DaughtersCodesLittle Sahara Desert Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories
“On the street, cars hurtled toward their destinations in a symphony of sound. Trees lined the pavement in a powerful show of survival: here they stood in this urban landscape, long-limbed and capable. And green, so green, sunlight pierced through their leaves and marked the concrete with dappled grays. I made my way home to my family, one among a million travelers crossing the city’s great canvas in quick strokes. Everywhere there were colors by the thousands—tint upon tint, shade after shade—of everything the spectrum of beauty satisfied. Everywhere, there were signs of the renewal and restoration of life.” HappinessBeautyFamilyMotherhoodShort StoryWomen S FictionShort Story CollectionArt Restoration Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories