we're back. it was an uneventful but tiring day of travel. so good to see my three parents, eat some of my dad's cooking, discover that my mom had made over my garden and maria had cleaned my house. also, SO good to sleep in our own bed!
almost done with _fear of flying_
almost done with _fear of flying_
silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments . it seems to hammer you into the ground. it drives you deeper and deeper into your own guilt. it makes the voices inside your head accuse you more viciously than any outside voices ever could. (pp 106)
'as if my not being able to read your mind were my greatest sin. i can't ready your mind. i don't know why you're so mad. i can't intuit your every wish. if that's what you want in a wife you don't have it in me.' (pp 108)