From Anne Tyler's novel, "Back When We Were Growing Up." An old man, widowed many years, is speaking.
"'People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.'"
I like her writing. I like writers who nail the human situation.
Oh, if we're "friends" on Facebook you may have seen this -- I posted it there, too.
I want to talk about religion with people who aren't afraid to think; with doubters, questioners, and those some Christians call unbelievers . . . as well as those Christians call believers.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Where Should This Blog Go?
Clearly, I haven't gotten back to this blog in a while.
Do any of you have ideas what you would like to see here? I like the idea of doing this blog but . . . there's that discipline thing of sitting down and doing it.
Anyone still reading this? Anyone have an opinion -- David, if you've signed in to look at this, what do you think?
Do any of you have ideas what you would like to see here? I like the idea of doing this blog but . . . there's that discipline thing of sitting down and doing it.
Anyone still reading this? Anyone have an opinion -- David, if you've signed in to look at this, what do you think?
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