Emanuela Pascari

“Was there some magical, next-level love I wouldn’t be able to feel until I became a mother? Or was that just something we told women so they’d keep breeding?”
― Danielle Valentine, Delicate Condition

“Now the last person who remembered me as a child is gone, I told myself. And only then did I burst into sobs, like a child.”
― Georgi Gospodinov, Time Shelter

“Doctors don’t understand our bodies, they don’t believe us about our symptoms, and they ignore us when we try to tell them we’re in pain.”
― Danielle Valentine, Delicate Condition

“It’s what we do as humans when we want to connect, we turn to what’s available, we hope it will do the trick, we string tired word stitched to tired word between us, in rituals of rough encapsulation and domestication, and sometimes it has to be enough, this noble kind of reaching, a dogged, clumsy kind of loving, weaving our coarse nets between us, pulling each other ashore.”
― Adrie Kusserow, The Trauma Mantras: A Memoir in Prose Poems