In All My Dreams

by Danielle Morris

“A mother’s love does not set with the sun. It blankets you all through the night.” — Amy Hoover

Every night, we would pick a different book, a different genre—because Mom said I needed to be a well-rounded reader if I ever wanted to write novels of my own one day, like her.

Life is too short to be stuck living in the ugliness of it all.

Love needs no words.