The word 'impossible' ain’t in my dictionary.
Jessica Maria TuccelliStichwörter: impossible
Now that her spirit had left, I’d thought she would feel light. Then I realized it was the spirit that carries the weight of the body and not the other way around.
Jessica Maria TuccelliStichwörter: death spirit souls
Granny always said finding justice was as tough as putting socks on a rooster.
Jessica Maria TuccelliStichwörter: justice grandmothers socks granny roosters
I still loved Granny. It flowed out of my chest. With Granny gone, where would my love go?
Jessica Maria TuccelliStichwörter: love death grandmothers death-of-a-loved-one granny
You ain’t got no advantages when you’re small and contrary.”
“I ain’t puny,” I said hotly. “And I ain’t contrary.
Stichwörter: contrary
I wish I’d paid better attention. I didn’t yet think of time as finite. I didn’t fully appreciate the stories she told me until I became adult, and by then I had to make do with snippets pasted together, a film projected on the back of my mind.
Jessica Maria TuccelliStichwörter: time stories oral-tradition death-of-a-loved-one
That's the thing about knowing someone your entire life. You have a common history; it binds, provides a depth that new friendships, new loves, can never create. It lets two folks be in the room together without having to explain their silences. Or their passions.
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