Choices of Hope
"And so now, here on Little Blue in what was Wisconsin there is a hilltop. The bald bones of it still crowned with thin pines. Its soil a sandy remnant from the bottom of an ancient lake formed by a memory of ice once two miles thick."
Chapter 21: History Class
"The simple movement of his body rings back the memory clear and clean to him every time. He is seven years old, crouching next to his father in a field of wheat, waist high, golden and bobbing in rhythm with the gusting wind. Its dense, tight smell. The dry soil crumbling between his fingers as they wait. In the distance, under a dark gray sky, the men edge the woods."
Maya's Executive Decision
“This place reminds me of a story I read about The Cathedral of Chartres. It burned to the ground way back in the day. Lightning. From all over the countryside, people came to rebuild it. Some from hundreds of miles away. Masons. Brick layers. Carpenters. And to this day, nobody knows who built the Cathedral of Chartres.” She smiles, her eyes shy. “I believe that can be us.”