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The Rest of the Story
Tuesday reached to Thursday and back again, small doubts rolling down bigger hills, tiny piles of small stones barely visible from the mountain’s crest, our children and their children evidence that we gave ourselves time to be doubtful and to come back.
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“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Creating a long marriage is akin to eating an elephant. One bite at a time. Nicely done!
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I absolutely love this, and how it connects with your non-fiction piece. Such beautiful, lyrical language. Really well done.
So sweet, Jan. Love the observation of giving yourselves time < 3
You look lovely together 🙂 Without those pebbles, life would be a little too smooth-sailing eh? 🙂
I like the wonderful picture of you 2 love birds! You’re great partners.
Oh, I just love this! “..we gave ourselves time to be doubtful and to come back.” Such a perfect line.
Jan, I particularly appreciate the emotion of this piece because I know it is your truth. My favourite moment in the piece is: “iny piles of small stones barely visible from the mountain’s crest”. Looking back, those insurmountable problems do seem so slight in retrospect.
As always from you, very well written.
Lovely writing. Happy endings are among my favorite things.
When you’re long time marrieds, there are always brief hiccups. Great response to a very tough question!
Some great imagery here, Jan. Love the phrase – “small doubts rolling down bigger hills, tiny piles of small stones barely visible from the mountain’s crest”. Use of weekdays is just perfect!
Ah! So, two days and it didn’t all fall apart after all?
Nope – just one of many temporary losses of faith. 🙂
Yall look great. Aunt Jan you so resemble Gramps. Miss ya.