|’âdâm|

I wonder, sometimes, at this indoor life and what it does to us.  When I look at when we were first made -- how we were made,  where we were made,  and why we were made -- I wonder. What has it done?  What is it doing?  What has it undone?  What is it undoing? …

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so they, too, will know

"How do you know these stories about Great Great Grandmother and Great Great Granddaddy if you were not alive when they happened?" he asked. "Because my mama told me the stories, just like I'm telling them to you. And not all of the stories happened before I was born. Great Great Grandmother spent my whole …

|kindred|

The weather changed and it was the perfect day for the Fair, and I wanted to tell you.  A terrible, awful thing happened at your alma mater, and I wanted to tell you how sorry I was that it happened.  The kids did something funny, and I wanted to hear your laugh when I told …

this is one of those stories

Sometimes, we don’t tell stories because we are afraid of how the people in our life will react. We keep the story buried down inside, unwilling to share it even though we need to speak because we have been burned in the past. We know without question that speaking requires risk, and we aren’t sure …

from Jayber Crow

I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to fall into pure bottomlessness forever. Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart. It is like a bird that …

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It was coming, autumn was, albeit slowly, without much conviction that the season ought to show itself. But she knew it was coming, autumn was. She would not grow weary in the waiting. Braced up and eyes alight, she would wait and watch and not waver. It would come, autumn would. And when it finally …

especially when

Sometimes, a pain I don't understand comes my way, and I find myself looking at it. Staring as this disquiet I don't want to feel arises. My instincts label the pain, so I can then distance myself from it, so the disquiet will fade away, and, ultimately, so I can deny its existence.  That is …