Sublime

it may be art but it’s also a fact.

if their

unspooled

then a castaway in the wide ocean of possibility,

lurid

Slipped out of one life into another as easily as stepping into the next room.

In the city of constant stimulation, we had failed to give them the opportunity to develop strong inner lives for those occasions when they would find themselves sitting through the second act of The Nutcracker.

From the first minute she was a force every bit as recognizable as her mother. That feeling of life coming into the room was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, a flood of joy. I thought of it ten years later when I climbed into my grandmother’s bed and held her while she died. The light pouring in and the light going out.