My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.

“Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorr…”

“She knew it the way people say they know they are about to be hit by lightning,…”

“This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, y…”

“Sometimes they would sit in the parlor together, both reading – in entirely sep…”