No Pixie Dust
Feb 12, 2017
“There’s no magic,” he said, with spewing vitriol. “Why do you insist on this silliness?”
“It’s not silly. And you’d know that if you let your guard down.”
“I tried that. Over and over. I was raised in the fucking church and I’ve got the T-shirt. Maybe it works for some people. But not for me.”
“I’m sorry you feel—”
“I don’t want your fucking pity, Sarah. And I don’t want your advice.”
“So there’s nothing left to say…”
“Nothing at all. I need someone who’s grounded in reality, not some Pollyanna. Your pixie dust won’t buy groceries. Or pay the back taxes.”
“Is that what this is about? Money?”
“No. It’s about reality. It’s about living in the real world. It’s about having the courage to stand up and face life as it smacks you in the face and getting back up after it knocks you on the ass.”
“You’re right then.”
“I’m right?”
“I mean you’re right that there’s nothing left to say. My life isn’t only about the physical. Don’t you see? There’s so much more to—”
“I see what you mean. We’re... Read More »