“Out of love, you can write with straight fury.”

…we hear expressed the desire for gentility, annuities, attachment, matrimony.

Stopping a story is as hard as saying good night.

…there is heady intimacy, characteristic wryness – and Dresden.

Saints: people who behave decently in a strikingly indecent society.

…decisions matter and we are pulled into the fraught consequences of choices avoided.

…begins with bad luck (chances for worse) and leaves with good (towards significance).

…The crowds upon the pavement / Were fields of golden wheat

…nations fondly remembered only when planning past-centered vacations.

…they anticipate they’ll win here too.

…draw her into a turbulent reengagement with the world.

And the little white van trudges under the big Botswana sky…

There is the familiar praise for exacting routine…

…seeing gentleness with proprieties of many kinds.

…assumptions that narrow what it means to be a woman.

…peace must be “Something Good happening.”

…creating a space where she too is present.

…that aunt timmie is not just like other people but rather, we are just like her.

Changing hearts and minds remains front and center…

…we are caught off-guard by magnificence.