Tell me about that football game, that band you’ve adored since high school, that autobiography—really?—that kept you up all night. Tell me how you negotiated a deal at the office. How you got a deal at the thrift store. Tell me how you stood your ground and got what you wanted. I want that for … Continue reading Mudita
I say I don't believe in fate, except I do. It threads through every life I cross: Each tangled thread a knot--a cross I freely bear. One fate composed of sundry threads. I weave a tapestry of threads, of knotted strings; I cross my fingers, trust in fate. If fate decides which threads to cut … Continue reading Cat’s cradle
Christine Hanolsy 