“ When it rains like that, dark in the afternoon, you feel like you've been taken into the past. ”
It's as if my footprints were already on the road before I even got there.I walk into them, my waiting footprints.
~ Jackie Kay
The sound of his sleep, the snores and sighs and small noices, is company.
I've never seen grief like it. Grief like that, it's like an animal. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She's whimpering. She's sluggish. She's not herself
You cannot penalize a man for one slip. Then she lay wondering about the word slip. When you slip, you fall, but maybe it is not such a sore fall because you have slipped.
