“Revisiting Buddhism in this changed world is like a balm for my wounds.”
“I realized the work that I had been doing, the work that I was proud of, wasn’t enough.”
“I wonder if we’re all self-possessed marionettes, our strings on the inside.”
The sentiment persists that scars construct character. I wish it were that easy.
“Perhaps the four of us, our family, is the only good thing left after all the destruction.”
“I wanted to be the one Father Tom winked at, the one whose hair he gently touched with his large, sturdy hands.”
“In many ways, I’m back where I started—except now I’m almost twenty years older, and I have a kid.”
There’s the lingering fear that I’ll no longer be able to hear my son’s voice.
“I heard the mower’s whine cease and a sound like screaming began.”