Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
AIMEE BENDERMom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
AIMEE BENDERI don’t think so, I don’t agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.
AIMEE BENDERI could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
AIMEE BENDERWhen language is treated beautifully and interestingly, it can feel good for the body: It’s nourishing; it’s rejuvenating.
AIMEE BENDERAnd the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
AIMEE BENDERThat at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
AIMEE BENDERThe writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
AIMEE BENDERIt was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
AIMEE BENDERWe hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
AIMEE BENDERBut I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
AIMEE BENDERI am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
AIMEE BENDERI like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
AIMEE BENDERI give boring people something to discuss over corn.
AIMEE BENDERWhile she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.
AIMEE BENDERIt is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
AIMEE BENDERThis is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
AIMEE BENDER