…the words make our silences easier–they’re the current that runs under them.
—Sue Miller
It seems we need someone to know us as we are–with all we have done–and forgive us. We need to tell. We need to be whole in someone’s sight: Know this about me, and yet...
But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.
For it wasn’t the secret–the secret that wasn’t a secret anyway–that led to austerity in our lives. It was the austerity that led to the secret. And what I had been marked by, probably most...
The abundance of ordinary things, their convenient arrangement here, seemed for the moment a personal gift to me. As did my ability to notice this, to be grateful for it.
A secret weighs on us, a terrible secret weighs with a terrible weight.
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