“Okay, Wednesday,” I say in the car. No one is really listening. Except they’re always listening. “Let’s do this.”
We used to be faithful about it, but ever since Father went away, and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things. ~from Little Women
This stretch between Christmas and New Year’s is an odd time.
There was the sprawling ocean and the sprawling land, and we were floating above it all. Everything up there soared. Our faces were rosy and chapped. I could feel my heart leaping through my shirt. The sea was thick in wavy blankets of deep greens, and suddenly, the sky looked like it would like the top of our heads. There was mainland river runoff rushing to the ocean, ships inching along the horizon, the sound of hysterical sea birds. It was cold, but it was all ours, and for a moment, nothing else mattered.
~From Creatures by Crissy Van Meter
“I love that you have this,” T said a few months ago. “This spot at the kitchen table where you work.”
“But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”
I’m in the dentist’s office with soft rock coming from the ceiling above me. I have tried to choose a chair farthest from the noise.
“It wasn’t only that you didn’t see him anymore, meet him anymore. You saw his absence and encountered it as something tangible. His not being there was like the sharply outlined emptiness of a photo with a figure cut out precisely with scissors and now the missing figure is more important, more dominant than all others.” ~Pascal Mercier from Night Train to Lisbon
Over the weekend, we traveled to Canada and I got locked in a bathroom.
There’s no one right way to be a woman. ~Karamo Brown
Episode 18, season 3 of Queer Eye