Our Lives In A Sentence?

by Chris Kamalski

Seems like this might become a series.

 This is how Adah, my favorite narrator in The Poisonwood Bible, ends her story:

We are the balance of our damage and our transgressions. He was my father. I own half of his genes, and all of his history.  Believe this: the mistakes are part of the story. I am born of a man who believed he could tell nothing but the truth, while he set down for all time the Poisonwood Bible. (p. 533).

I see so much of my life in the fourth sentence, it is uncanny.