“It was a stalemate Silas was willing to live with, and apparently, so was his mother. They both knew it wasn’t about… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“The more he thought about his mother, the more he could see that while they were on different roads, they were each… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He had plans, but his hopes for higher education, like all his others, were built on “mights.” He might go hang out… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He could see now that asking the dead about his father was nearly useless, so burdened were they with their own losses… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He couldn’t help but wonder what people might say at his funeral, or at his father’s, should it come to pass. He… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He stood looking out past the certainty of the empty porch, but he couldn’t imagine his father standing anywhere else. It was… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Though you may be a wanderer, living out your days in exile, home is with you always, in blood-song and bone map,… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“She knew what Silas wanted. He wanted her to believe Amos was alive somewhere. Silas wanted help, clinging to his hope. She… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“When we change the shape of the Land, we alter the contents and contexts of our collective, familial, and personal memories. Yet, stories can… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Here were love letters, the youth knew. Secret love letters. Unfound, still waiting somewhere beyond the mist. A young man’s words for this girl,… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“The day his dad didn’t come home, it was like a huge window over their heads had shattered, and every day they were walking… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“It was a stalemate Silas was willing to live with, and apparently, so was his mother. They both knew it wasn’t about the hem… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Little things like time and generations don’t matter very much with good friends who are fond of each other’s company.” — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He passed his hands over some of the fine embossed bindings as he thought, I am a book also, words and thoughts and stories… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Just as you cannot wave your hands and reappear in your simple life before coming here, so you cannot merely clap them to wake… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“He just couldn’t be with people. There were a few kids he sometimes spoke with at school—at lunch, or walking home—but months ago even… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“What is it about traveling by night that makes even a short journey strange and a little wonderful? Momentary lights appear and pass across… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
“Here, in this house, her recollections glowed like embers on the hearth, and each night, in their warmth, she’d take a memory or two… — Ari Berk Copy Share Image
