Breaking Into Blossom
December 11, 2013TW Column by Steven Lewis
I’m interested only in a narrative presence that is indelible. Writing that is beyond memorable. Unforgettable.
I’m interested only in a narrative presence that is indelible. Writing that is beyond memorable. Unforgettable.
Schmaltz seems to attach itself to such writing like a leech.
Dinner gets done. Books get abandoned, bungled, finished, finally published, and ultimately forgotten.
There’s a reason why we humans need to preach.
Now I can’t decide if the story is worth rewriting, rethinking, or tossing into the burn barrel.
My religious faith was a mess. My search through the Gospels fired up doubts about the dogma of my church.
My skin tingled. I had my mother’s undivided attention. I was radiating, humming with bliss.