His & Hers

by Alice Feeney

There are at least two sides to every story: Yours and mine. Ours and theirs. His and hers. Which means someone is always lying.

It costs almost nothing to be kind

The only people with no regrets are liars.

Every day seems to start backward—I wake up tired and go to bed feeling wide awake.

home is where the hurt lives that made us into who we are.

people who charm snakes often get bitten.

It might be true that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, but sometimes the apple can roll down a hill, far, far away from where it landed.

“Come on,” she said, taking my hand in hers. I remember it was the first time I didn’t like holding it.