Do you feel that we can rebel against our oppressors without losing our love, our tolerance, and our ability to forgive?
Elf explained to me that she was exactly like this guy she'd read about in the paper, a guy who was blind from birth and then at the age of 40-something he had a corneal operation and could suddenly s...
Wealthier Mennonites even though they're not technically supposed to be wealthy do their drinking in North Dakota or Hawaii. They are sort of like rock bands on tour in that the rules of this town don...
The sun is setting, Ona reminds us, and our light is fading. We should light the kerosene lamp.But what of your question? asks Greta. Should we consider asking the men to leave? None of us have ever a...
She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named - when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery? This makes he...
Everytime I looked at it I was reminded that I was, at that very moment, not bleeding from my face. And those are powerful words of hope, really. - Nomi
Nothing happens in my life. Nothing has to happen, she said, for it to be life.
…just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.
Someday you’ll be gone, you’ll be dust, and then even less than dust. Nothing. There’s no other place to be. This world is good enough for you because it has to be. Go ahead and love it.
Where does violence go, if not directly back into our blood and bones?
Tina nods sagely and says yes and then something in Plautdietsch, probably something like heck yeah do we ever know what sad is. Sadness is what holds our bones in place.
They say nothing is my fault, and I wish they wouldn't say that. How can a man be forgiven if nothing is his fault?
She says isn’t it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named—when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery?
Remember what mom used to say? Shred the guilt.
Ona protests, quietly, that she doesn't believe that at all. She doesn't believe in authority, period, because authority makes people cruel. Salome interrupts: The people with authority or the people...
I could see my mother's beater Chevy way down below in the parking lot and I pushed the green button on her automatic starter to see how far away I could be from something to make it come to life. Not...
Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happe...
He's in love with the notion of shame and he traffics the shit like a schoolground pusher, spreading it around but never personally using.
Suffering, even though it may have happened a long time ago, is something that is passed from one generation to the next to the next, like flexibility or grace or dyslexia. My grandfather had big gree...
Maybe she was enjoying a moment in her life, a sliver of light, a flash memory of one of her kids, something sweet and approaching reality.
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