Educated
behind the corral, tethered with an intricate knot that nobody used except her father, Lott. Sometimes, when I was at Grandma’s ...
know Dad was standing next to the car, his body pressed against the frame, when the tank exploded. He was wearing a long-sleeved ...
her—would fly about, adjusting chakras and tapping pressure points, anything to coax his brittle lungs to resume their rattle. T ...
of raw, angry skin. There were a few craters from where the flames must have concentrated in jets. They gave off a pungent smell ...
I told Mother I was leaving. Dad might survive, I said. And if he does, strep can’t be what kills him. Mother’s business came to ...
26 Waiting for Moving Water Dad didn’t leave his bed for two months unless one of my brothers was carrying him. He peed in a bot ...
was silence while forks scraped plates. Mother asked if he was serious. He said he wasn’t, that he figured he’d find somebody be ...
I stared into the darkness, searching it for her face, trying to understand what power my brother had over her. He’d had that po ...
joined fingers, something would shift so that the hand was not Nick’s. It was bloody and clawed, not a hand at all. When I slept ...
27 If I Were a Woman I’d come to BYU to study music, so that one day I could direct a church choir. But that semester—the fall o ...
children.” He smiled at me as if I knew what he was talking about. And I did. I smiled, and for a few seconds we were in agreeme ...
with the call I heard of something else. But he’d put that aside. He’d seemed to say, “First find out what you are capable of, t ...
can walk across the yard without near passing out, I’ll get a torch and cut off another tank.” The next morning when I came out ...
“One moment,” he said. “Cambridge instructed me to write if I felt there were any gross injustices.” I didn’t understand, so he ...
a veil, and you can’t see the asphalt, or the fields or rivers; you can’t see anything except billows of white. Somehow, skiddin ...
28 Pygmalion The first time I saw King’s College, Cambridge, I didn’t think I was dreaming, but only because my imagination had ...
Dr. Kerry appeared and announced that we’d been invited to take a tour of the chapel. We would even be allowed on the roof. Ther ...
A gust of wind swept over the parapet and Dr. Kerry teetered, clutching the wall. I stepped up onto the ridge so he could flatte ...
movement—since realizing that what a person knows about the past is limited, and will always be limited, to what they are told b ...
After I’d been meeting with Professor Steinberg for a month, I wrote an essay comparing Edmund Burke with Publius, the persona u ...
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