I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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D’Arcy Fallon is a former journalist who teaches English composition and creative writing at the University of Colorado in Colorado Springs. Her essay in this issue is from her memoir So Late, So Soon, which is due out in September 2003 from Hawthorne Books.
At the ranch we used to pray that God would break us so we would become humbled, willing to do his bidding. I didn’t realize then that prayers weren’t necessary to hurry this request along: life will break the proudest heart, bring us to unrecognizable versions of ourselves, like it or not.