Woodworking

by Emily St. James

“A Christian boy having sex? Before marriage? That’s never happened before.”

People are seeing you be yourself. All we can do is live as ourselves. That’s the most radical act of all, right?”

I get so sad, and I don’t know why. Sometimes, I feel like I’m chasing something inside myself, trying to keep it from getting out, but I don’t know its name or what it’s trying to do to me.

“Well, the course of true love never did run smooth.”

“We’ll also help students register to vote when they turn eighteen, since voting is our most important right.” “Voting is a privilege, not a right.”

WTF

I wonder if everybody here is woodworking just a little bit.

You will have to disappear into the woodwork to finally be seen.

“Do you know how many deathbeds I sat at all those years? And do you know what those dying people regretted most? All the lives they never led because they thought they might regret them. I realized God gave me one life, and he expected me to use it well. Fuck anybody who says otherwise.”

This place takes and takes and takes, and I’m not sure it knows how to give back.”

THIS is every small town I have ever known