“Great swaths of her life were white space to her husband. What she did not tell him balanced neatly with what she did. Still, there are untruths made of words and untruths made of silences, and Mathilde had only ever lied to Lotto in what she never said.” ( 253 more words
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If you’re a writer, you’ve heard this before: why don’t you write xyz?
If you’re not a writer and you’ve said this to someone who is, then be advised, however kindly your query is received, it is a frustrating question.. 357 more words
Hey everyone! Today is my first day of what is now my weekly “What I’m Reading” Monday posts.
As this is the first post in this new column, today’s will be a short one. 419 more words
“It occurred to her then that life was conical in shape, the past broadening beyond the sharp point of the lived moment. The more life you had, the more the base expanded, so that the wounds and treasons that were nearly imperceptible when they happened stretched like tiny dots on a balloon slowly blown up. 21 more words