I Am Drawn To Any Story That

That The Last Two Letters In Her Name Were The First Two In His, A Silly Thing He Never Mentioned To Her But Caused Him To Believe That They Were Bound Together.

Pack A Pillow And Blanket And See As Much Of The World As You Can.you Will Not Regret It.

I've Seen Novels That Have Grown Out Of One Story In A Collection. But It Hasn't Occurred To Me To Take Any Of Those Stories And Build On Them. They Seem Very Finished For Me, So I Don't Feel Like Going Back And Dredging Them Up.

On A Sticky August Evening Two Weeks Before Her Due Date, Ashima Ganguli Stands In The Kitchen Of A Central Square Apartment, Combining Rice Krispies And Planters Peanuts And Chopped Red Onion In Bowl.

For That Story, I Took As My Subject A Young Woman Whom I Got To Know Over The Course Of A Couple Of Visits. I Never Saw Her Having Any Health Problems - But I Knew She Wanted To Be Married.