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 BENDERThat’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
AIMEE BENDERThe most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
AIMEE BENDERI watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
AIMEE BENDERI felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.
AIMEE BENDERMy lover is experiencing reverse evolution.
AIMEE BENDERThe writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
AIMEE BENDERI want to be violated by insight.
AIMEE BENDERBut the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
AIMEE BENDERIt’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
AIMEE BENDERI didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.
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 BENDERWhen the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
AIMEE BENDERI admired that stride; it was like he folded space in two with it.
AIMEE BENDERMy genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope; make yourself a structure you can live inside. Amen.” – Aimee Bender (Willful Creatures: Stories)
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 BENDER