Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
This has been an atypical week. And try as I might, I simply couldn’t choose a single sentence from this piece by my friend Jessamyn Hope.
I’ve known Jessamyn for a dozen years; until now, I knew nothing about her experience on September 11, 2001. Please take a few moments to read her account.
Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
They remind us — softly, arrogantly, perfectly — that Jerusalem has always been shared, whether we admit it or not.
Source: Sarah Tuttle-Singer, Fairy Lights in God’s Backyard: A Jerusalem Love Story
Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
(more…)Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
(more…)Every weekend I participate in David Abrams’s “#SundaySentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
Upon hearing the name Kinte and then calculating the data, I envision him folding in on himself, a gut punch quietly and gratefully received; a recognition of origin, a recompense for every African American back home, a proof of life: before.
Source: Anne Haley, “The Meaning of Roots at 50″ (TIME)