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A sage friend once told her that people didn’t change as they aged, they merely became older and sadder.
Someone I used to know a long time ago told me once that fear is the doorway to opportunity.
It was a worry: ability to self-critique was one thing, but the analysis-paralysis of overthinking was quite another.
My grandmother was a girl when they planted those trees. None of the adults there that day lived to see them grow to full height. People were wiser back then, and less selfish. They understood that they were part of a line, not the beginning, middle, and end of it.”
This was jet lag, she told herself. The discombobulation, the separation of mind and body, the struggle of each to reclaim the other and together resume circadian rhythms.
“reckonology”),
This was the magic of books, the curious alchemy that allowed a human mind to turn black ink on white pages into a whole other world.
Charming, but mercurial.
Happy to follow the spirit of the law, but with no compunction to be bound by its letter.
“A spy in our midst.”
Provincial Mentality?
“A mother is only ever as happy as her unhappiest child,” Nora was fond of saying.
A cruel fact of life, that parents and children shared so many fundamental experiences but only one of the pair retained the memories.
