Kim Edwards
Kim Edwards
Kim Edwards is an American author and educator. She was born in Killeen, Texas, grew up in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York, and graduated from Colgate University and The University of Iowa, where she earned an MFA in fiction and an MA in linguistics. She is the author of a story collection, The Secrets of a Fire King, which was a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award; her stories have been published in The Paris Review, Story, Ploughshares,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth4 May 1958
CountryUnited States of America
A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.
Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person you meet by chance at the library or the pool may turn out to be the best friend of your down-the-street neighbor. Maybe thats why people are so friendly here, so willing to be unhurried.
I love to swim, and I love being near water.
Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.
Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.
No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.
Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.
There was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.
He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
Your understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?
It's good to be in love.
My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited them. I only stayed there a couple of months, but it made a strong impression on me.