snippets of a random conversation take 7
mom: you know XXX died.
uncle (yes, my mother's brother; and my favorite uncle.): no! how?
mom: his house caught on fire.
uncle: what happened?
mom: well, i guess it started in the bedroom. and you know he's been using that medic alert since he had that stroke. he pressed the button, but they couldn't get to him in time.
uncle: so he was cremated?
if this proves anything, it's that if i go to hell (though there is no hell), it had nothing to do with me. blame my genes.
language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. language alone is meditation. ~toni morrison