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Kathy Hepinstall

[That] was the cruelty of fate, whether you were dying at sea or simply trying to get through high school. Sometimes fate kissed you. Sometimes it snubbed you. Sometimes it passed you a love note, and that note was a lie.

fate, humor, inspirational

Kathy Hepinstall

Every father wants a daughter to meet the right God, and the right man. Perhaps her father had failed with both.

father, god, relationships, religion, sad-but-true-but-true

Kathy Hepinstall

Those who wake at this hour feel a lonely separation from everyone but night birds and ghost crabs, never imagining the legion of kindred souls scattered in the darkness, who stare at ceilings and pace floors and look out windows and covet and worry and mourn.

insomnia, night, restless, sleepless

Kathy Hepinstall

Instead he felt only love. And that was the miracle. The surge in hatred since the war began had created more love around it. It was indomitable, mad, and everlasting, scattered through the rich and the poor, deep and calm in the Quakers, hot and fierce in the mothers, faithful in the warriors, wistful in the pets, seeping its way into mercy and atrocity, destroying things, rebuilding them.

Kathy Hepinstall

They had engaged in what could not be called treatment or even discussion, but open combat, the two of them a microcosm of the great war raging in the far distance: one side that desired autonomy, and the other that took independence as a sign of madness.

asylum, inspirational, war

Kathy Hepinstall

You should have tried the eggplant parmesan she tried to hoist on me at the church bake sale. No wonder her children turned to Satan. He probably showed up as an angel of light and promised them a decent meal.

bad-cooking, brats, children

Kathy Hepinstall

I wanted someone above me in the chain of life. I didn’t want to be alone, a single blue egg in a crumbling nest.

Kathy Hepinstall

You should have tried the eggplant parmesan she tried to hoist on me at the church bake sale. No wonder her children turned to Satan. He probably showed up as an angel of light and promised them a decent meal.

bad-cooking, brats, children

Kathy Hepinstall

I wanted someone above me in the chain of life. I didn’t want to be alone, a single blue egg in a crumbling nest.