Parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorb the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.
But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.
She explains that lost love is still love.Life has to end but love doesn’t
But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really “starting over.
But I had never seen her that way. I had never known her as Pauline, the name he parents had given her, or as Posey, the name her friends had given her; only as Mom, the name I had given her. I could only see her carrying dinner to the table with kitchen mitts, or carpooling us to the bowling alley.
How nice would that be today if when a job was lost, a Man of God sat at the dinner table and encouraged you?
Not aging is not the same as living, and without human contact, his soul dried up.
Man rarely knows his own power,” the old man said.