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And then, before you know it, you will be like me—an old woman, alone and willing to trade anything and everything for one soft evening such as this with her babies once again.
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It was no wonder so many of the terminally ill felt so alone.
It just isn’t polite to arrive right on the dot.
“We each make our destiny.” “If you believe that, darlin’, I’ve got some swamp land I’d love to sell you.” He
He had acquired their father’s gift of storytelling. It was a skill with words taught to young Southern boys that improved with age. But only a few inherited the real talent for drawing out choice details, for turning the colorful phrase and for nailing a characterization with such precision that the listener could see the person as readily
The South is known for its great writers.
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“If I made one mistake, Cara, it’s that I did not allow enough time for solitude every day. A quiet time to reflect, to pray, to refill my well. I was so very busy.
Privacy is something that we maintain for the good of ourselves and others. Secrecy we keep to separate ourselves from others, even those we love.
A woman saw those turtle tears and instinctively knew that the turtle mother wept for her children. A mother knew of all the predators that awaited her young, of the swift currents that might lead them astray, of the dazzle of dangerous lights, of the complicated nets that could entangle them and of the many years of solitary swimming. She wept because she could not protect them from their fate.
“I’m just saying there’s no excuse for a man to hit a woman. None. Period. But verbal beatings can be worse. More insidious, in that the scars aren’t visible.
unlike with other friends she’d made and lost over the years, Cara always felt with Emmi that the intangible thread between them was strong and secure.
