Kathy

“In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again(15).”
― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson : Essays from Now or Never

“Becoming a mother is already a rupturing event—an apocalypse of the heart, an undoing and a redoing of your world. In loving Fiona, my heart broke open. There was a certain kind of agony in this—one for which I’m eternally grateful.”
― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl

“She trusted her instincts; she trusted those dear to her; she trusted her emotions and her passions. She drank deep, you could see that; she squeezed every drop of living out of all the elements that mattered to her. It made her careless sometimes, of course it did, but it was a wonderfully rich and rapt way to be.”
― Joanna Trollope, Sense and Sensibility

“Disability was not something to find blame for, because disability was not a problem. Through the neutral lens of science, my kid’s chromosomal anomaly was a product of diversity, and who could be upset about that?”
― Heather Lanier, Raising a Rare Girl: A Memoir