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White is not an origin. It’s a mental construct of privilege.
Was this what they meant by hot flashes? But they didn’t feel hot. Her body felt full and heavy and slow and human and absent somehow, just a weight to be carried forward without its enthusiastic cycl...
War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.
This was a living flow, like a pulse through veins, with the cells bursting and renewing themselves as they went. The sudden vision filled her with strong emotions that embarrassed her, for fear of br...
This is what it means to be very slow: every story you would like to tell has already ended before you can open your mouth.
This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will...
There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just h...
The important thing isn’t the house. It’s the ability to make it. You carry that in your brain and in your hands, wherever you go. ‘We’re like coyotes,’ he said. ‘Get to a good place, turn around thre...
The color brown, I realized, is anything but nondescript. It comes in as many hues as there are colors of earth, with is commonly presumed infinite.
The UN Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) reports that current food production can sustain world food needs even for the 8 billion people who are projected to inhabit the planet in 2030. This wil...
That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: Nobody else is going to do this.
Sometimes, in his nightmares, everything on this desk sings at once. He comes back
Simple remedies for dire situations, that’s the lesson. In a falling elevator, try to climb up on the person nearby so their body will cushion your landing. Or in a crowded theater when everybody’s hi...
She kept swimming out into life because she hadn't yet found a rock to stand on.
People hang on for dear life to that one, she thought: the fool they are right now.
Or the quaking misgivings that infected every step forward, after a loss. Even now, dread still struck her down sometimes if she found herself counting on things being fine. Meaning her now-living chi...
Oh, America the Beautiful, where are our standards? How did Europeans, ancestral cultures to most of us, whose average crowded country would fit inside one of our national parks, somehow hoard the mar...
Nobody had planted these flowers, I felt sure, nor harvested them either; these were works that the Lord had gone ahead and finished on His own. He must have lacked faith in mankind's follow-through c...
No rational guidelines existed for comparing youthful freedom with the heart-enlarging earthquake of family life.