As a child of immigrants (my dad had been a shepherd, my parents didn’t go to high school), I can really relate. Every choice was the right choice, every choice was the wrong choice. God help me.
Thank you for the honesty, the drum beat, and the sheer power and heart of all of your words. In every form - be it poetry, short story, or essay - you make me think deeply and feel honestly. I so appreciate that.
And, yes, that line - "Their full-time job is sadness." One of the most powerful lines I've read in a long time.
Sherman, you are pulling at my heartstrings. This has so many aspects that touched me. If I reiterated all of them, I would be retelling what you wrote.
I appreciate so much that you borrowed "grandmother's truck" from her ghost, even three years after she had died. I still nap in the sunny window on mom's bed with her ghost beside me. It will be mom's room and mom's bed until I die. Sherman, I love learning from your stories about life on the reservation. Though I do not identify with it, you write from the heart and there is always a piece of my own heart in your words. Thank you.
As a child of immigrants (my dad had been a shepherd, my parents didn’t go to high school), I can really relate. Every choice was the right choice, every choice was the wrong choice. God help me.
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Thank you for the honesty, the drum beat, and the sheer power and heart of all of your words. In every form - be it poetry, short story, or essay - you make me think deeply and feel honestly. I so appreciate that.
And, yes, that line - "Their full-time job is sadness." One of the most powerful lines I've read in a long time.
"Their full-time job is sadness." Oof.
Thank you.
I seem to remember this... evocative it remains.
I published it online many years ago.
The drum, the heartbeat.
Thanks.
Thank you, Lynne.
This felt like you narrated a scene from my adolescence, even though I'm Pakistani. Thanks for this <3
Thank you.
I never cease to be amazed at your ability to conjure so many emotions with so few words. You are a gift.
Thank you, Karlynn.
This was great!! So short, but it gets the message across beautifully. All of the above; so sad!
Thank you, Neil.
“Full-time sadness”. Grateful for this story and your words in the world.
Thank you, Nancy.
Absolutely love this, Sherman! Been a fan of yours for decades, you still don't disappoint.....
Thank you for the longtime fanhood, Leon!
I am touched by your stories. Sometimes my heart is touched and sometimes my funnybone.
Thank you, Barbara.
Sherman, you are pulling at my heartstrings. This has so many aspects that touched me. If I reiterated all of them, I would be retelling what you wrote.
Thank you, Monica.
Sherman, you r the best!
Thank you!
I appreciate so much that you borrowed "grandmother's truck" from her ghost, even three years after she had died. I still nap in the sunny window on mom's bed with her ghost beside me. It will be mom's room and mom's bed until I die. Sherman, I love learning from your stories about life on the reservation. Though I do not identify with it, you write from the heart and there is always a piece of my own heart in your words. Thank you.
Thank you, Sharron.
Thank you, Sherman. This is a beautiful short story. I wouldn't change a word (or syllable).
Thank you, Kathy.