Why I Read

The interior of some pages will be with me forever, I just have to meet them first.

From Salt Houses by Hala Alyan

What is a life? A series of yeses and noes, photographs you shove in a drawer somewhere, loves you think will save you but that cannot. Continuing to move, enduring, not stopping even when there is pain. That’s all life

Friendly Reminder that

“the world” is not an entity and it is never unified in a singular way “against” you as an individual. Anyone who tries to tell you otherwise is not a friend.

Thoughts for a Thursday from An Anthropologist on Mars by Oliver Sacks

It is, thus, discontinuities, the great discontinuities in life, that we seek to bridge, or reconcile, or integrate, by recollection, and, beyond this, by myth and art.

Invest in things that have the capacity for growth.

Thoughts for a Thursday from Saving Tarboo Creek

In the history of life, no gene has ever been expressed in the absence of environmental influences. These environmental influences, in turn, come in two distinct but interacting types: a genetic environment created by the unique combination of fifty thousand

Rainy Days Are Productive Days

…and during no time of the year am I reminded as much than in the spring and summer. 

Mother’s Day Special: To Mothers, From Authors

“My mother, Teddy Hedges, a professor of English, imparted to me a love of books and writing. She was the first one to publish my work, in a booklet she typed and bound when I was a child.” – Chris

From And They Said It Would Never Last by Curtis Sittenfeld

Meanwhile, in my head, I can still hear Sam’s voice. I think about the things I’d like to tell him, and I imagine what he’d say in reply. This isn’t the same as if we were having a real conversation.

From “The Seals” by Lydia Davis (2)

“I could share her when she was alive. When she was alive, her presence was endless, time with her was endless, time was endless.