There Is Something Going On Now In

When You're Reaching For A Star, There's A Long Way To Fall.

...the Divided World Of Aspen, Where Locals With A Sense Of Entitlement Were Pitted Against Developers With A Sense Of Condominiums.

[her] Mind Blackens. The Blackness Is Not A Thought, But If It Could Be Pressed Into A Thought, If A Chemical From A Dropper Could Be Dripped Onto It Causing Its Color And Essence To Become Visible, It Would Take The Shape Of This Sentence: Why Does No One Want Me?

She Had Destroyed Whatever Was Between Us By Making A Profound Gaffe: She Met Me.

I Like A Woman With A Head On Her Shoulders. I Hate Necks.