As is often the case, the sole person not left speechless in awe by my brilliance is my own beloved wife.
Jack WomackTag: marriage
You don't know who your friends are ... until you're not like them anymore.
Jack WomackA baby almost killed me as I walked to work one morning. By passing beneath a bus shelter's roof at the ordained moment I lived to tell my tale. With strangers surrounding me I looked at what remained. Laoughter from heaven made us lift our eyes skyward. The baby's mother lowered her arms and leaned out her window. Without applause her audience drifted off, seeking crumbs in the gutters of this city of God. Xerox shingles covered the shelter's remaining glass pane, and the largest read:
Want to be crucified. Have own nails.
Leave message on machine.
The fringe of numbers along the ad's hem had been stripped away. My shoes crunched glass underfoot; my skirt clung to my legs as I continued down the street. November dawn's seventy-degree bath made my hair lose its set. Mother above appeared ready to take her own bow; I too, as ever, flew on alone.
Tag: dystopia great-opening-lines heathern womack
On the news tonight the new President said there's no reason for anyone to worry about the situation. He didn't say which situation.
Jack WomackMama says mine is a night mind.
Jack WomackWhen the past is always with you, it may as well be present; and if it is present, it will be future as well.
Jack WomackToday, as never before—the information media having become to enlightenment as the cereal aisle is to the supermarket—if you choose not to access the past, you are de facto free to rule it out of existence, at least so far as you might be concerned.
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