“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
“Her boy—this child she raised on her own, in whom she placed her purest faith, to whom she read on countless evenings books he loved, which she found dull, for whom she baked special birthday cakes in the shapes of superheroes, and with whom she whooped and hollered around the backyard while pointing cowboy sticks against darkening skies—was no longer her ally. Bang, bang.” LoveMotherhoodShort StoryGrowing PainsParenting TeensShort Story CollectionMothers And Sons Book:The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories Source: The Kindness of Terrible People and Other Stories