Glass Marbles

March 18, 2022 | By Sharmaine Koh SM ‘22

“I cling to you; your right hand upholds me” (Psalm 63:8)

My fist is clenched, knuckles white, around a glass marble. I can feel the curve of my nails making indents like crescents on the palm of my hand. The tension rides up to my shoulders. I’m clinging to the marble as if my life depends on it, and somehow, in the strange logic of this nightmare, it does, because —