The real C word has eight letters, not four. Children. Children are the ultimate make or break point of any relationship. They aren’t something you can negotiate on. Or, at least, you really, really shouldn’t. Either you want them or you don’t, and giving in to a partner’s preference is asking for a lot of … Continue reading The Real C Word
Between us were several brothers and sisters, weak flames quenched in our mother's womb.
Forty weeks later, six trillion cells get crushed in the vise of our mother’s birth canal and we howl. OK, it's only a Sunday sentence, but this one really deserves the whole paragraph. It's phenomenal. We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and … Continue reading All The Light We Cannot See (Anthony Doerr)