In which Nora talks to the Army recruiter: I wonder what happens to those files, anyway. Do they keep them to make sure our stories match up? If I tell the Air Force that I want to go to UNM and major in philosophy, will they know that I’ve already told the Army that I …
Just after sunup on Thanksgiving morning, still in sweatpants and slippers and tousled hair. Lissa opens the curtain on the big east-facing picture window in our living room so Sadie can see out (Sadie loves to sit on her stool and observe). In the leafless cottonwood across the street, backlit in silhouette, a murder of …
It’s difficult to tell the difference between Sadie’s “cat in the front yard” bark and her “Jehovah’s Witness in the front yard” bark. They are both quite vehement.
Via Duke City Fix, an explanation of what’s been going on at my house this month: Nora is currently embrangled in a month-long marathon of creative writing known as National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short.
Sister Lisa should appreciate this: It’s a loss, I think, that we no longer have graveyards beside our houses of worship; it was a part of the sense of community we have lost in the American church.
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