As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
AIMEE BENDERPouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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It seemed to happen in springs, the revealing of things.
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It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.
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Not getting bored of my own story and/or character is one of the main struggles.
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Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.
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Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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Large meadows are lovely for picnics and romping, but they are for the lighter feelings. Meadows do not make me want to write.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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