When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I asked her why the paint disappeared by morning, and she told me that if the sky was always like that we might take it for granted. I suppose she was right. Maybe that’s what war is all about—so we can appreciate times of peace.
Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived throu… - Kristina Mcmorris
Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived throu…
- Kristina Mcmorris
The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a stran… - Kristina Mcmorris
The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a stran…
Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered? - Kristina Mcmorris
Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?
When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I … - Kristina Mcmorris
When I was a kid, my mom once told me that God was an artist and how on occasion He’d throw a bucketful of paint across the sky for us all to see. I …
The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love. - Kristina Mcmorris
The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.
Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love. - Kristina Mcmorris
Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.
Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly … - Kristina Mcmorris
Home. It's such a simple word, one I never knew would come to mean as much to me as it has. It once was my dad's house, then my uncle's farm. Mostly …
In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down. - Kristina Mcmorris
In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.
Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of peop… - Kristina Mcmorris
Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of peop…
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