“I understood that my grief, which I still carried like comfort, was not for my grandfather. The red branch on the green trues not only the first limb of the Republic to feel the cold of the winter; it was the death of my childhood, and the knowledge of my own vulnerability.” – String too Short to be Saved by … Read More
Sunday Sentence: Don’t Let Me Be Lonely by Claudia Rankine
“Maybe hope is the same as breath – part of what it means to be human and alive.” Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely I’ve been reading this book slowly for a long time. It is meant to be absorbed word by word, image by image. Today, this is the sentence that claimed my attention and my heart. I … Read More
Sunday Sentence: “Discovery” by Andrew Merton
I love reading them, so now I’m joining the #SundaySentence party started by David Abrams over at the Quivering Pen and on Twitter. It’s not a review. It’s not a story. It’s just one sentence I read this week, presented “out of context and without commentary. This week’s Sunday Sentence is from Andrew Merton’s collection of poetry, “Lost and Found.” The sentence here is … Read More