Sunday Sentence

Photo credit: Larry D. Moore CC BY-SA 4.0.
Photo credit: Larry D. Moore CC BY-SA 4.0

 

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

I feel like the older I get, the better friends I am with myself.

Source: Ottessa Moshfegh, in conversation with Kristine McKenna (Harper’s, April 2016)

Sunday Sentence


In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

But then, almost overnight, it seemed perfectly acceptable, just as most everything in my life that had ever made me inconveniently queasy (i.e.: my parents’ grisly divorce, my absurd broken engagement in college, my temp-job career) had swiftly morphed into perfectly acceptable.

Source: Susan Perabo, “Why They Run the Way They Do” (the title story in her latest collection)

Sunday Sentence

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In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

If the point is for everybody to be treated equally and with dignity, it should cause alarm when we watch a seething crowd shout down a lone professor at Yale, or physically repel a photographer at the University of Missouri.

Source: Thomas Chatterton Williams, “Blanket Security” (Harper’s)

Sunday Sentence

Paper LoveIn which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

Sometime in the lonely summer of 1942, Valy—bereft of even the rare letters my grandfather had provided, bereft of credible options to get out—sometime in those miserable months when it seemed the rest of the world had forgotten her and her mother, sometime in that period when it seemed nothing could ever shake the torpor that had settled over them, the endless waiting, the dreary sameness of their days, caring for the elderly and worrying they would lose even the small semblance of normalcy their lives still retained, by being sent, like their neighbors, east, whatever that meant, sometime in those months, Valy met Hans Fabisch.

Source: Sarah Wildman, Paper Love: Searching for the Girl My Grandfather Left Behind

Sunday Sentence

In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”

Of barley, one can say this: it is versatile.

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Source: Rachel Hall’s “La Poussette,” winner of the latest Lilith magazine short-fiction contest; “La Poussette” is part of Heirlooms, a collection of linked stories to be published in the fall by BkMk Press.