Archive for the ‘Pat Conroy’ Category

Love has no weapons; it has no fists. Love does not bruise, nor does it draw blood.

Monday, November 14th, 2011
happy cat

At first, the three of us drew back when she tried to hug us, to take us on her lap. Tolitha stroked our hair and faces. She kissed us until we purred like cats. She praised us in songs of her own…

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Once you had traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009
sea bird

My grandfather’s living room, which had been so quintessentially southern, filled up with African masks and art, ceramic elephants from Thailand, and trinkets from every bazaar she had plundered in Asia. Each item had a…

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You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009
reading a book

People that like to read are always a little fucked up. Let’s haul her out of here tomorrow and take her back down to Colleton. I’ll put her to work on the shrimp boat. The salt air will clear her…

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