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“The concrete can’t stop the separation of rotor from plane, the separation of father from daughter. There are crashes and then the walking away, the bleeding, and the shaky ride back.”
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
“Sometimes you must do things out of love
that devastate the senses.
This wasn't easy, Elymas. I know
blindness. I know how suddenly
the specks in the stones you can't see
become something you would die for.
From the way you grope this cloud of mist
I know you're trying to imagine
the color of the stars right now,
the blue-white shine that once
ignited your hands with power,
but can conjur only
the upturned bellies of poisoned frogs,
your mother's dying lips.
Don't you know how small
this life is? Even the stars
are just the sweat Christ shakes
from his brow. When you make crooked
the path to eternity, you send your brother
to oblivion, to the buried speck
in the midnight desert stone. This time,
no magic will save you. You
will have to find your life in the dark.
Today you will have to be led by the hand.”
―
that devastate the senses.
This wasn't easy, Elymas. I know
blindness. I know how suddenly
the specks in the stones you can't see
become something you would die for.
From the way you grope this cloud of mist
I know you're trying to imagine
the color of the stars right now,
the blue-white shine that once
ignited your hands with power,
but can conjur only
the upturned bellies of poisoned frogs,
your mother's dying lips.
Don't you know how small
this life is? Even the stars
are just the sweat Christ shakes
from his brow. When you make crooked
the path to eternity, you send your brother
to oblivion, to the buried speck
in the midnight desert stone. This time,
no magic will save you. You
will have to find your life in the dark.
Today you will have to be led by the hand.”
―
“Only 15-20% of Rossmoor houses are “originals”—structures unchanged from their construction in the 1950s. The land is what’s valuable. People knock down the gingerbread cottages to build Mediterranean villas with no yards between them. I don’t want our family’s house to suffer that transformation.”
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
“A small, 4.8 quake, it was unlikely many other people in my town felt it. But alone in the house, I had shaken alongside the breaking earth, 1920s carnival glass looking on.”
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
“I often felt nervous passing through the hallway of my own home, and the Golden State was simply where I lived. For me, there was no California Dreaming. I just was, at the center of it all.”
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
“Even today, with no spaces left on the shelves and walls, my octo-genarian mother builds stock off fanciful garden decor: a patch of copper whirligigs among the crepe myrtles, concrete tortoises creeping around the succulents, a ceramic Mediterranean pot that could house a small family.”
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
― Making Peace With Paradise: an autobiography of a California girl
