The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
Mary E. PearsonStichwörter: art correspondence picture postcard
Observing and understanding are two different things.
Mary E. PearsonStichwörter: comprehension observation
One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
Mary E. PearsonI decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.
Mary E. PearsonThere are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.
Mary E. PearsonFaith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.
Mary E. PearsonStichwörter: science faith coin
Tell me who I am. (29)
Mary E. Pearsonabuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of zoe's life.
Mary E. Pearsonbut she still burns. she is on fire with need. burning that goes deeper than her skin, etched deeply, maybe in her soul, and there seems to be nothing for it, no balm, save inching her arms up to hold herself and wishin the arms weren't her own.
Mary E. Pearson...'cause only the Lord knows the heart of a man. ain't our job to be second-guessing.
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