Trying to make sense

Working with pieces picked up in many places… this one stands out: it is from the novel After Annie by Anna Quindlen, pg 202

“There was that moment somewhere between the ages of his two boys and where his big one was heading, when it seemed they got the memo that real guys talked about jump shots, and team standings and which girl had a nice set on her, that it was time to put the lid on everything else, everything that meant anything. Even watching them all trudge from the cabins to their parents’ cars…was like watching people who knew that real feeling was forbidden. To say goodbye, the most effusive bumped into one another, shoulder ricocheting off its oppisite, not hugging like the girls. How could they possibly comfort one another if something bad happened? Becoming a man seemed to mean becoming a person who would be poisoned by loss and heartbreak and still pretend that neither existed.”

No wonder we are in such a mess.

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About kathrynrickert

Possibly from watching the movie Bambie at the age of 6, I have had a life-long awareness that saying ONLY nice things, does not make the world just or kind. Thus, my 2009 doctoral dissertation..."Talking Back to God" , is one of the main aspects of the work I do. Always interdisciplinary, seeking connections across borders that are usually marked with DO NOT ENTER, I seek to pay attention, pray, think, create,and imagine using biblical laments, Christian worship texts, and the ordinary stuff of everyday life.
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