Tricia

“Defining the Problem

I can't forgive you. Even if I could,
You wouldn't pardon me for seeing through you.
And yet I cannot cure myself of love
For what I thought you were before I knew you.”
― Wendy Cope, Serious Concerns

“These Serviceberries were not coerced, and their carbon footprint is nothing. Maybe that's why they taste so good - they come only this time of year - these ephemeral sips of summer, without the aftertaste of harm.”
― Robin Wall Kimmerer, The Serviceberry: Abundance and Reciprocity in the Natural World

“I am astounded at the unlikelihood of bringing my children to a place so remote and still have something so terrible happen to her. Maybe it is not unlikely at all. Where men go there is harm.”
― Charlotte McConaghy, Wild Dark Shore

“Desert hair, her mother had called it. Luzia hadn’t understood what it meant at the time, but it had pleased her because it felt special.

Even now that she knew better she sometimes took the pins from it and felt the weight of it in her hands. It stayed damp long after washing, held the scent of almond oil in its coils. Hair that had survived the destruction of the temple, the Roman legions, the long road to Morocco, that had endured conquest, and conversion, to be tied up like a secret in her little white cap. Hair of the sands, of sun-washed stones, of a horizon she would never see. Desert hair.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Familiar