Cynthia

“So much of privileged adulthood seems to take place here, in the space between the soaring highs and the killing disasters. It’s just plain life, beautiful in its familiar subtlety, its decency and dailiness.”
― Catherine Newman, Sandwich

“Sunglasses and sunscreen and sandy feet pressed against her thighs and stomach. Little children running across the sand with their little pails. Her own parents laughing in their beach chairs, shrinking inside their clothes as the years pass. Grief bright in the periphery, like a light flashing just out of view.”
― Catherine Newman, Sandwich

“There are so many ways to lose our children, and I have imagined most of them”
― Catherine Newman, Sandwich

“Leave it, I think to myself, like I'm a dog with something in its jaws: a squirrel, a frankfurter, a pair of underpants, a grief habit. Leave it.”
― Catherine Newman, Sandwich