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Back home in Chicago, my parents grew old. I didn’t see this happening and neither did they. They were busy birdwatching, attending new plays, trying new restaurants. Our relationship had mellowed and warmed with time. But then my father, my sweet, strong, and only father—he began to die, and then he died. Words that still don’t sound true five yea... See more
Don’t Bleed on the Artwork: Notes from the Afterlife
The moral of his story was how you never know the size of hurt that’s in people’s hearts, or what they’re liable to do about it, given the chance.
Barbara Kingsolver • Demon Copperhead: A Novel
George Saunders's Advice to Graduates
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But in the world of satisfying stories—her preferred domain—both of Olivia’s parents are so much less than they should have been.