All of Dad's relationships ended exactly the same: subpoena, beep of a moving van backing up the driveway, pile of his clothes burning on the front lawn.
It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting.
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.
And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
You live in the city and all the time there are signs telling you what to do and billboards trying to sell you something.
According to my mother, there pretty much wasn't anything I wouldn't eat as a child. . . . I was even inclined to dig into stuff about which she expressed open disgust. . . cheap Chinese food with pepper so hot it made your gums feel like a medieval dentist had been at them.
One can't erase the tremendous burden of apartheid in 10 years, 20 years, I believe, even 30 years.
The Work is merely four questions; it's not even a thing. It has no motive, no strings. It's nothing without your answers. These four questions will join any program you've got ad enhance it. Any religion you have-they'll enhance it. If you have no religion, they will bring you joy. And they'll burn up anything that isn't true for you. They'll burn through to the reality that has always been waiting.