My Worst Nightmare Is Being Stuck Somewhere

I'm Not Pretending To Be Ingenuous; I Know What I'm Doing.

My Father Wears His Faith Like The Bronze Breastplate Of God's Footsoldiers While Our Mother's Is More Like A Good Cloth Coat With A Secondhand Fit.

In Kilanga, People Knew Nothing Of Things They Might Have Had - A Frigidaire? A Washer-dryer Combination? Really, They'd Sooner Imagine A Tree That Could Pull Up Its Feet And Go Bake Bread. It Didn't Occur To Them To Feel Sorry For Themselves.

Given My Own Circumstances, I Find That Anything Can Turn Out To Belong Nearly Anywhere.

The Things I Carry Closest To My Heart Are Things I Can't Own.