Homecoming

What’s agitating about solitude

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What’s agitating about solitude is the inner voice telling you that you should be mated to somebody, that solitude is a mistake. The inner voice doesn’t care about who you find. It just keeps pestering you, tormenting you–if you happen to be me–with homecoming queens first, then girls next door, and finally anybody who might … Read more

Life does not end

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Life does not end when we die. Death is a rebirth into a spirit world of light and love, a transition from the physical to the spiritual that is no more frightening or painful than passing between rooms through an open doorway. It is a joyful homecoming to our natural home, . . . Betty … Read more

He inclined his head

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He inclined his head at my dress. “What’s the occasion?” “Homecoming,” I said, twirling. “Like?” “Last I heard, Homecoming requires a date.” “About that,” i hedged. “I’m sort of…going with Scott. We both figure a high-school dance is the last place Hank will be patrolling.” Patch smiled, but it was tight. “I take that back. … Read more