Chrissy Busick

“The vase is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before and upon closer inspection, I see someone has glued the shiniest pennies all over it in a pattern. It’s perfect.”
― K. Webster, My Torin

“My emotions threaten to consume me. I went from having no one who cared about me, aside from a social worker who was paid to—to having two men desperate to keep me safe and secure in their home.”
― K. Webster, My Torin

“I’d say her laugh is soft like a feather fluttering along a porch floor. You want to pick it up and touch it, but you don’t want to ruin its journey. It’s perfect as it moves along, undisturbed. The sound is one that can’t be described. It just is. A sound that finds its way down into the very marrow of your bones. Roots inside and lives there. Quivers and quakes—a constant reminder that it’s there.”
― K. Webster, My Torin

“He was ready to throttle me and I couldn’t be more ecstatic.”
― K. Webster, My Torin