Cedar’s adoptive mother, a wealthy white liberal. Sera and her husband, Alan, hail from wealthy Minnesota robber barons. In what may be an attempt to compensate for the harm their ancestors have done to the land, Sera and Alan donated much of their inheritances to well-meaning but impotent liberal causes, which are now totally “defunct.” In addition, Sera has a superficial interest in indigenous culture. At one point in the story, Cedar recalls one of Sera’s many “self-invented” rituals that involved smudging sage and drinking wine. Depicted as a well-intentioned but somewhat silly white liberal, through Cedar’s narrations readers view Sera as nonetheless a competent mother whom Cedar admires, and, consequently, regrets disappointing.
Sera Songmaker Quotes in Future Home of the Living God
The Future Home of the Living God quotes below are all either spoken by Sera Songmaker or refer to Sera Songmaker. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Later, I am about to leave the house, but then, my childhood training takes over.
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From the picture window of the house, I can see them in the driveway, all together now, gesturing and talking, a phantasmagoria of parents […] I am at the center of some sort of vortex. I go dizzy.
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Sera Songmaker Quotes in Future Home of the Living God
The Future Home of the Living God quotes below are all either spoken by Sera Songmaker or refer to Sera Songmaker. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Future Home of the Living God
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Later, I am about to leave the house, but then, my childhood training takes over.
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From the picture window of the house, I can see them in the driveway, all together now, gesturing and talking, a phantasmagoria of parents […] I am at the center of some sort of vortex. I go dizzy.