#SundaySentence

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.”

The only shag I knew was carpet, like the carpet in the horrible apartment we moved into after God failed to keep his end of the bargain, and Dad’s body turned up in a lake in the foothills of the Adirondack Mountains nearly seven weeks after he went missing.

Source: Debby Waldman, “The Boys of Summer” (Tablet magazine; cw: suicide)

Sunday Sentence

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.”

“And I can’t escape tears when the outgoing president hymns ‘the sweet enjoyment of partaking, in the midst of my fellow-citizens, the benign influence of good laws under a free government.'”

Source: A.O. Scott, “A Land Bursting with Hope” (The New York Times)

I’m going to (somewhat) break the rules here; if you don’t have access to the Disney+ version of “Hamilton,” you can catch the scene that inspired the writing above in another format/setting, below:

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Sunday Sentence

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.”

There would be, or might be, a time when the virus is behind us, when we are open again, when we can waft here and there and everywhere, my heathers healthy, glowing in the hill, night falling fast but the plants still beaming, as if they had sucked on some sun and were now stuffed with her light.

Source: Lauren Slater, “Distance May Protect Us From COVID-19. But I Worry About Another Kind of Crisis” (TIME)