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.

From Saving Tarboo Creek by Scott Freeman

Planting a tree is a way to apply hope. In restoration is the preservation of the world.

From “The Seals” by Lydia Davis

“I did not go over for the funeral. I had good reasons, to me they seemed good, anyway, having to do with our old mother, and the shock of it, and how far away it was, across the ocean. Really,

From Can’t and Won’t by Lydia Davis

I came across this:     “The Child” She is bending over her child. She can’t leave her. The child is laid out in state on a stable. She wants to take one more photograph of the child, probably the

From Your Heart Is A Muscle the Size of A Fist by Sunil Yapa

“There where they learned that courage is not the ability to face your fear, heroically, once, but is the strength to do it day after day.”

From Name All the Animals by Alison Smith (2)

We toured the city, looking for summer work as a cashier, a waiter, a groundskeeper, anything. I saw parts of Rochester that I had never seen before. After four hours of driving around and searching, filling out application forms against

From Name All the Animals by Alison Smith

These phrases rattled around inside me. I had no name for the feelings they conjured up. Like captions for a set of lost photographs, I knew what the individual words meant, but I didn’t know what to attach them to.

Better To Do

Last year after finalizing the process of taking over this, my sister’s blog & domain, and after organizing her memorial and inurnment, I wrote a post announcing that I’d be the new resident blogger behind Dr Wise Money here.

From The Emperor of All Maladies by Siddhartha Mukherjee

Society and illness often encounter each other in parallel mirrors, each holding up a Rorschach test for the other.