Taylor Mascetta

“My home is your home. My arms are a haven for you to rest. My last name is yours if you desire it. I will love you to my grave, and even beyond it, when the mists welcome me, when I am hopefully very old and gray and grouchy and have spent the seasons beside you when you are here and dreaming of you when you are gone.
I love you dearly, Red.
Come home to me. Return to me, when you can. I will be watching the skies and the river until then.”
― Rebecca Ross, Wild Reverence

“Absolutely!” Ruby said, her voice light. “When you have a baby, that’s when we can be friends.” In that instant, everything clicked into place. The distance I’d always felt, the longing for a closer relationship with my mother—it all made sense. Ruby and I couldn’t be real friends until I was a woman with a husband and a family of my own. Until I was her equal.”
― Shari Franke, The House of My Mother: A Daughter's Quest for Freedom

“I wondered how the public's consumption of others' pain and suffering cross the line from empathy to voyeurism. How quickly have we, as a society, become numb to the struggles of others, our capacity for compassion eroded by the sheer volume of human drama we're exposed to daily? We were just characters in a soap opera now, except the drama was real, and the consequences permanent. Our grief had been reduced to a mere commodity, packaged and sold, consumed and discarded.”
― Shari Franke, The House of My Mother: A Daughter's Quest for Freedom

“But the thing about love languages,” Charlie says, “is it’s not just about how we express love, but how we receive love. You need someone to do something for you that makes you feel loved. Someone to help you.” I shake my head. “I hate asking for help.” “That’s because deep down, you want someone to see what you need before you have to ask.”
― Carley Fortune, One Golden Summer