In Germany, I began to experience what it was like to think in another language. Also, the way Germans looked at me—with curiosity but no racial baggage—was so different than Americans. I began to understand a little bit more about my own country and how I fit in or not.
I am not yet dead. Do not call this miracle or raise your hands in praise. First, you should know how long I prayed, and how I came to know the silence of the Lord.
That summer night, we gathered again around the table, drinking with all the bugs that lit up and some that didn’t. When Mike said: I wonder how my ex-wife is doing
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