Monday, June 4, 2012

Silver Slivers

I started an essay last year and am working toward its256px-Broken_glass completion.  It recounts my struggle to deal with my parents’ decay leading to their death.  In that essay I wrote “My prayers shattered to the ground; the silvered slivers pierced my soul.”

Today I read Ann Voskamp’s blog where she looked at silver slivers in a different way.  Her slivers are slivers of a whole we cannot see.  (Try to say that three times rapidly!)

Read about her slivers:




Photo By Jef Poskanzer (originally posted to Flickr as smash) [CC-BY-2.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

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