Dancing with a Kitchen Chair
In this vibrant collection of autobiographical essays, Sandra Rushing gracefully blends spirituality with old-fashioned honesty to communicate life's lessons and teach us what it means to be human. Set at the historic Poor House Farm in the tranquil Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, this is the story of the tragedy and mystery of growing up, the exhilaration of freedom, and the empty hunger of grief. Her Scottish father's fierce temper and unbounded generosity, her mother's Irish melancholia, and the power of the land merge and convey a passion felt on every page. Rushing's lyrical description and moving tales of strife, hope, and love craft the premise of the human journey—that “fighting and scrapping are part of it, whatever form they take,” that life is a gift, and that all things have a purpose.
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Time Dissolved into Life Journey
An Old Scottish Warrior
An Irish Lassie and Her Melancholia
An Echo of Unfettering
Lost in the First Grade
Stalking the Roof Ridge with a Tiger Woman
Feeding Upon Psalm Bread with an Irish Dancer
Rivergazing with a Tattered Prophet
A Patchwork Christmas Remembered
The Faces We Deserve?
A Thing Called Sausage Deprivation
The Spirit of Story
Perhaps an Epilogue
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