The Statistics Of Hope

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

No Longer There

For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

When She Comes Back

I see somebody who was never properly mothered herself, who wasn’t able to give all of herself, now being forced to drain every last ounce. She was fighting for control of her life, for direction and meaning, as if she were locked in a brutal tug-of-war. The difficulty was, my sister and I were on the other end of the rope. Ronit Plank

Under Her Raincoat

… I saw a mom take her raincoat off and give it to her young daughter when a storm took over the afternoon. My god I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet. Ada Limon, The Raincoat

Dark cave at nightfall with a rocky beach in the foreground and the ocean and a dark blue sky in the background

Wild Patience

Grief is nothing but a painful waiting, a horrible patience. Grief cannot be torn down or scaled or overcome or outsmarted. It can only be outlasted. Survival is surrender to the brick wall. Glennon Doyle

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