The Bright Hour: A Memoir of Living and Dying

by Nina Riggs

When you fall in love with your kids, you fall in love forever.

I don’t belong in bed, but I don’t fit in out in the world either.

“I actually hate nature,

“You are fully entitled to slap the next person who tells you that God only gives us what we can handle.”

“We have to learn that what cannot be cured must be endured,” Montaigne also says.

Just to sit with her and enjoy the quietness around her—the way so many children seem to love to do with their mothers without understanding how we disturb that quietness with our very presence. Just now, I hear Benny galumphing down

“It’s such a brief window—when they’re old enough to enjoy it all and young enough to enjoy it all, too,”