I think a child should be allowed to take his father's or mother's name at will on coming of age. Paternity is a legal fiction.

She didn't want to be considered a woman yet, wasn't ready to be the recipient of jewelry from men.

Like the rest of the city, LAX is coming of age.

He lies there listening to it, absorbing this sense of his own quiet drone transmuted into something of certain substance, something large, magnificent and grand—no longer him, no, but something bursting from him, leaving his split carcass behind as a monument to its source, its host, its feeding ground.

Sure, Bob Dylan had some good songs. But he could have been a doctor.

Only half a page left now. Shall I fill it with 'I love you, I love you'-- like father's page of cats on the mat? No. Even a broken heart doesn't warrant a waste of good paper.