It comes up at dinner, outside in the yard, in airports as we wait for planes. You don’t let yourself feel, she tells me; and I tell her that I think it’s a crazy thing, all this talk about feeling. What do the African bushmen say? They say, Will we eat tomorrow? Will there be rain?

“The Year of Getting to Know Us” by Ethan Canin

It comes up at dinner, outside in the yard, in airports as we wait for planes. You don’t let yourself feel, she tells me; and I tell her that I think it’s a crazy thing, all this talk about feeling. What do the African bushmen say? They say, Will we eat tomorrow? Will there be rain?

“The Year of Getting to Know Us” by Ethan Canin

At times I’m alone, and need to be alone; at times she does too.  But I can always count on a moment, sometimes once in a day, sometimes more, when I see her patting down the sheets on the bed, or watering the front window violets, and I am struck by the good fortune of my life.

“The Year of Getting to Know Us” by Ethan Canin

At times I’m alone, and need to be alone; at times she does too.  But I can always count on a moment, sometimes once in a day, sometimes more, when I see her patting down the sheets on the bed, or watering the front window violets, and I am struck by the good fortune of my life.

“The Year of Getting to Know Us” by Ethan Canin