Graciewilde
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Be kind. Laugh often. Stay curious. Everything changes. Everyone has a story. Question everything. You'll manage.
Fun fact, this is one of my top 20 fave novels, I pull it down every few years. I see the gaps & cracks I didn't when I was 13; doesn't matter. Anyway, my #sundaysentence is a contemplation of emotional bumps in the road: "You'll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart."
"But mostly we travel through life unsighted, grasping only the smallest details of one another's selves, including our own. Thinking all the while that we can see." from The Things We Never Say by Elizabeth Strout #Sundaysentence (s)
"Mortality might have been the wallpaper in the room , but aging was the furniture you had to maneuver around." Tom Piazza in Living in the Present with John Prine #sundaysentence (on Thursday) and follow up to my sentence from last Sunday from the same book. This one came along later.
"Mortality was suddenly the wallpaper in the room." from Living in the Present with John Prine by Tom Piazza #Sundaysentence
In July I’ll take a peep into the cool and fishy deep where chicken soup is selling cheap. Selling once selling twice selling chicken soup with rice. #mauricesendak #July #chickensoupwith rice
“Kids don’t need a life where nothing bad ever happens. What they need is someone who’s there for them when the bad stuff happens.” Allison Larkin, Home of the American Circus #Sundaysentence
June In June I saw a charming group of roses all begin to droop. I pepped them up with chicken soup Sprinkle once sprinkle twice sprinkle chicken soup with rice. #MauriceSendak #June #chickensoupwithrice
"Even w/ its precision when it comes to family relationships, the Chinese language lacks the terminology to refer to the adoptive mother of your stolen birth child or the various foreign half-siblings & adoptive siblings thrown in the mix." B. Demick in Daughters of the Bamboo Grove #SundaySentence
“We think we know who we are: that each day will wake up more or less the same person. But just as rocks are weathered, we are perpetually formed and changed by time and experience until we leave this world with not a single cell we came with.” A Far-Flung Life by ML Stedman #Sundaysentence (s)
“We can do and be so much for each other—but only when we see one another in our full humanity, not as statistics or problems, but as people who deserve to be alive in the world.” ― John Green, Everything Is Tuberculosis #Sundaysentence Excellent book. Thought provoking and engaging.
“The Ku Klux Klan never dies. They just stopped wearing sheets because sheets cost too much.” Thurgood Marshall I saw this in the comments on Substack. #Sundaysentence (s)
"I wanted, in this horrible moment, to remind people that what the far right is doing globally, I think, is largely backlash. A new world is being born, and they’re basically trying to abort it. Which is a little ironic, given their views on abortion.” Rebecca Solnit #SundaySentence (s)
March In March the wind blows down the door and spills my soup upon the floor. It laps it up and roars for more. Blowing once blowing twice blowing chicken soup with rice. #MauriceSendak #March
He could write fiction like nobody's business. But he also write poetry.
“Hope may or may not be a Thing with Feathers. But it’s definitely a Thing with Claws.” From History of the Rain by Niall Williams #SundaySentence (s)
“Some things do not bear telling... my father knew this. ....he knew how words can sometimes flatten the deepest emotions or pin them like wild butterflies stunned out of magnificent flight, flimsiest souvenirs of what moved and coloured air like silk. Better to imagine it.” #sundaysentence (s) 1/2
t must be February in Northern California. The rain predicted for the next 10 days will likely disappear them so don’t blink or they will be gone.
"A clear white frost came inside him, his thinness made him seem brittle and he walked from room to room with infinite delicacy, slow and careful and quiet, as if he might crack, flake with the pressure on his soul." from: Four Letters of Love by Niall Williams #SundaySentence
My #sundaysentence this week is a black basket-weaver, a sharecropper's daughter, observing Confederate reenactors in South Carolina in the late 1990s: "They can remember that war all they want," she said, "so long's they remember they lost."
Sometimes, a person reaches a point in their life when it becomes absolutely essential to get the fuck out of the city #SundaySentence
The dog saw. The world saw. We are responsible for what we do with that knowing. Ken Gorczyca, DVM Veterinary Death Doula and Artist #SundaySentence x 3
Wake up, wake up, the world is hard and it rushes on regardless of your heart, and people never take the shape you want them to, people are stubborn about that, about being themselves, even when they're trying to be someone else. #SundaySentence, Donal Ryan, Strange Flowers. Gorgeous novel.
"If the sitcoms of my childhood taught me anything, it is that all roads lead to California." From Year of the Water Horse by Janice Page #SundaySentence
Happy February In February it will be my snowman's anniversary with cake for him and soup for me. Happy once happy twice happy chicken soup with rice. #MauriceSendak #February #chickensoupwithrice
