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I listened to “Just Like You” by Keb’ Mo’ over and over again the same way I did when I was working at a coffee shop when I was in college. Keb’ is singing, “I feel just like you and I cry just like you and I heal just like you and I break down just like you,” and I’m wondering if people would actually live their lives differently if they listened to that song every morning before they went out into the world or interacted with other people. The realist in me knows this is absolutely not true, but my heart, I don’t know, thinks maybe it could change the world or something. Even the smallest mercies matter, the revolutions in miniature.
In this penultimate installment of my Oxford American The By and By column, I write abt Donnie Darko and revolutions in miniature. Read it here!
Decatur Book Fest! Photo by Meg Reid! <3
I had such lovely bookstore events in North Carolina! Thank you so much to Angela Belcher Epps and Bridgette Lacy and Naima Coster and Quail Ridge Books and Flyleaf Books and everyone who came out! And Greensboro Bound! More EVENTS here ! And soon WHISKEY & RIBBONS will be available in German !
Minnie and her husband Adam were unusually quiet on their way home from the theatre. Adam was the actor, the star. Adam had to kiss his co-star Caitriona three times during the play because it was in the script.
“Did you want something to eat?” Adam finally asked.
“I don't care,” Minnie said, staring out the window.
“Chinese? Greek? Maybe a burger?” Adam asked, taking his finger and pointing to the restaurants as they passed them.
“Well, too late now. There they go,” Minnie said, fussily flicking her hand and waving to the restaurants, their signs. Shadows of people. Lurking. Waiting. Too hungry or too full.
“I can go back,” he said, tapping the brake gently. Slowing.
“Nope. I'll eat something at home.”
“Are you angry with me?” he asked as he let off the brake, gunned the car forward.
It was late. A Thursday night hinting at a stormy early morning. As they'd walked out of the theatre, the sky had been a black-violet dream. The diamond stars, out just long enough to create wonder, were now hidden behind smoke-grey puffs slipping across the missing moon.