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What we are – What we seem
“She was a woman who was a wife, doing what she had to do, whatever the cost.” ****** “She’s pretending – Lana gauged her young daughter’s face. She rides a horse that doesn’t exist, and she’s pretending her father doesn’t, either.” ****** “‘You fought in the war?’ she asked. ‘I …
MAKING MUSIC TOGETHER
“She played rapidly, thinking her hands could escape his, but he stayed with her. The melody was wonderful, the harmony voluptuous, and soon she forgot about his nearness, and lost herself in the tune. He surprised her by suddenly racing ever so slightly ahead, his chords outdistancing hers. She picked …
HEART STRINGS
“He never pried into her private life, nor she into his. The dark, and sometimes cold little room with the piano, had become a world set apart where their music was all they needed to know about each other. They spoke to one another through the music’s tones, understood each …
PASSAGES FROM ONE TYPE OF LOVE TO ANOTHER
“So, Rachel, what did you ask Santa for this year?” Paul teased me next. “The same thing I ask for every year and never get…a hockey stick.” I’d asked for one in the fourth grade, and my mom wouldn’t even consider it since she was certain I’d break somebody’s leg, …
MAKING CHOICES – MAKING COMPROMISES
“When I reached the upper floor, I saw two closed doors to two rooms that faced each other, between them the tiny landing I was on. I carefully opened the door to one room and then the other, bracing myself for the screech of old hinges protesting my intrusion. But …
How to Say Something When There’s Nothing to Say
From soon to be released “Asked For” – when we don’t know how to ask for what we really want from a relationship: “She lifted the bowl of potatoes and extended it to him, the pool of melted butter sloshing against the rim of the small pond he’d made in …
ASKED FOR
“Mama had six children after she had me, five of them one right after the other, mostly because Pop couldn’t leave her alone. It wasn’t that he was in love with her; he just loved hard the same way he worked hard. He worked her hard too, and us kids, …