The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 5

by Beth Brower

It’s been happening piecemeal, but a night in a graveyard may have turned the strange confluence of acquaintances into a more concrete association. In short, I’ve acquired a duke, a photographer, and a vicar. Please advise.

Life must be lived. And if we can enjoy some of it, so much the better.

rational thought and a good dose of assurance put an end to self-improvement.

“You look better than you did when I last saw you.” “I’ve been reading about pirates.”

It was a moment of condemnatory introspection, and I’ve decided that my life has fallen into an appallingly degenerate state. If only I weren’t enjoying it so very much.

I’ve decided positivity is the Everest of virtues. You have to not only confront the dismal realities of life but choose, ofttimes, to blatantly ignore them.

But it seems that sword pierced Christ so that we always have a future. Even one different than planned.”

“Faith in the abstract is more comfortable,” I said. I heard an amused sound, then, “It is. But I begin to suspect that faith made concrete is more comforting.”