The word 'impossible' ain’t in my dictionary.
Jessica Maria TuccelliMots clés 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 TuccelliGranny always said finding justice was as tough as putting socks on a rooster.
Jessica Maria TuccelliMots clés 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 TuccelliMots clés 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.
Mots clés 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 TuccelliMots clés 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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