Mind the Gap
Remember how infuriating that person who wouldn’t pass in the passing lane was? Don’t be that person.
Remember how infuriating that person who wouldn’t pass in the passing lane was? Don’t be that person.
But here’s the problem: everything she’s said about me on this blog? It’s all true.
I don’t know whether the driver even saw me after the fact, or if he ever registered the uncouth bird I flashed at him.
Something will always need repaired, reformed, repented of, or redeemed.
Punctuation is preference. Do what you wish.
We learned how to split the exterior with our fingernails to access the fleshy white fruit inside.
It’s not a tomb in a solid or permanent way, not a grave. This is the gilded foyer to another world.
Yet, I remembered over coffee, a broad view of justice may sometimes include simply “giving people a fish.”
I stood in the middle of the stream, my line whizzing back and forth, back and forth as I tried to remind my arm how to lay the line down gently.
Kimmerer’s book is—I should stop myself. It’s one of those books that’s easy to lapse into cliché when describing.