We knew him since we couldn't remember when, but none of us knew how he lost his eye until Maxie Adeline asked him flat out the summer we picked berries for him.~ from "The Way the Sun Falls on a Threshold," by Sherri H. Hoffman.
Read the complete story online at The Saturday Evening Post, Contemporary Fiction, March 27, 2020.
There was a time when I did not know how to live. Somehow I survived myself long enough to make a connection to other people who had also not known how to live until something changed in them. There are many stories out there about how people find their way out of hopelessness. My personal story isn't Uncle Emerson's, and yet, it is exactly the same. It bears that same surprising, private, ineffable moment when the universe shifts inside a person, and life forever after is made different by the possibilities that open, which could have never been previously anticipated or even imagined.
My life is like that. I got something different, for which I remain grateful. Every single day.
~ Sherri
"Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize
you are. What a lucky sack of stars."
~ from "At Last the New Arriving," by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
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