A Thousand Sundays
- Sophie Lane
- Sep 8
- 5 min read
Claire hadn’t expected the quiet to suit her as well as it did. She’d spent years in the whirlwind of public life: committee hearings, campaign buses, news cycles that never stopped spinning. But here in this Midwestern college town, the silence felt soft instead of sharp. A hum of birdsong on Sunday mornings. The low murmur of NPR in the kitchen. Her own voice, singing alto in the Episcopal church choir, steady and certain.
