Adrienne

“Where did you go?"

"To the end of the driveway," my mother says. "I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without feeling as if my uterus was falling out."

I wince. "Do you have to be quite so graphic?"

"What would you like me to call it, Zoe? A fetal living room?”
― Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home

“Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.”
― Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home