I’m being irresponsible tomorrow. I’m ditching the baby and I’m driving (being driven) out to the camp where currently resides my husband, and I’m going because I feel like there is a husband-shaped hole in my chest, even though he’s only been gone a night and a half so far, but I can’t breathe without […]
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I read a beautiful post on Sarah Bessey’s blog about what was saving her. She invited everyone to participate, and I am late to the party, because I always am what with one thing or another, but here I am at last, and I bear cake. What is saving me is this: wonderful blogs, and
There are days when I want to crawl into a corner and cry because of the atrocities that are committed daily, hourly, minutely in the name of ‘humanity’. This world is just so broken, and I am just so little. It’s frustrating, and heart-breaking, and soul-destroying if I allow myself to forget the starfish –
Every time I begin to despair about the futility of my efforts, the largeness of the task, the apparently insurmountable stupidity that stands between us and a better world… Every time, when I am tempted to give up, to feel like nothing I do could posibly matter, I am sent something that reminds me otherwise.
This is the farewell post from my writing blog, and sums up nicely some of the reasons why I’m here 🙂 It’s time. It’s been coming for at least the last 9 months, but the time is finally here: I’m done. I’m quitting writing. Please understand, this is not said with the slightest trace of
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There’s nothing I can do, and that’s exactly the problem. If I could, I’d do everything. I’d carry it for you, I’d fall in your place, I’d hold your hand and die with you. But there’s nothing I can do. sometimes, we have to stand on our own two feet. You can’t stand up? It’s
