Kara, your writing is breathtaking. I found myself slowing down as I read, almost as though I were sitting in that vehicle with you, watching the driver's hands and listening to the silence between your words. What struck me most was your decision not to fill in the gaps of his story. Instead of trying to explain his suffering, you honored it. The image of him "laying a blanket over the words" is one I won't soon forget. It beautifully captures the sacredness of grief that cannot be fully told. Thank you for reminding us that some of the deepest stories are held not only in what is spoken, but in what is carried with quiet dignity. This was a moving and unforgettable piece. ❤️
Thank you so very much Ally. My goodness. What a lovely comment! I love that you felt like you were with me in the car. Thank you so much. This means so much to me. xo k
Once again my Kara has taken me into another place , gliding through both sweetness and horror. It’s hard to return but the story will stick in my heart. Love U , Kara
This is a stunning piece. It's always hard to know how to interact with someone who has experienced profound suffering. I once interviewed a woman who survived the Holocaust as a child-- interviewing her changed me as a person, and I think I'm still working out exactly how. Thank you for this stunning, stunning essay.
More of the incomparably rich and sensitive writing and eye-word coordination of Kara Cross. She always carries me willingly into a new space.
Kara, your writing is breathtaking. I found myself slowing down as I read, almost as though I were sitting in that vehicle with you, watching the driver's hands and listening to the silence between your words. What struck me most was your decision not to fill in the gaps of his story. Instead of trying to explain his suffering, you honored it. The image of him "laying a blanket over the words" is one I won't soon forget. It beautifully captures the sacredness of grief that cannot be fully told. Thank you for reminding us that some of the deepest stories are held not only in what is spoken, but in what is carried with quiet dignity. This was a moving and unforgettable piece. ❤️
Thank you so very much Ally. My goodness. What a lovely comment! I love that you felt like you were with me in the car. Thank you so much. This means so much to me. xo k
“It felt safe to be there but everywhere the air felt laden to me with the swallowed violence, caught in throats, choked back.”
This line hit me hard. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you so much, Victor. I'm so grateful to have your thoughtful reads! k
Beautiful story my friend
Beautifully written, Kara.
Once again my Kara has taken me into another place , gliding through both sweetness and horror. It’s hard to return but the story will stick in my heart. Love U , Kara
This is a stunning piece. It's always hard to know how to interact with someone who has experienced profound suffering. I once interviewed a woman who survived the Holocaust as a child-- interviewing her changed me as a person, and I think I'm still working out exactly how. Thank you for this stunning, stunning essay.