Rachel Davis

“These are the wild women who run barefoot through the meadow, who teach new songs to the birds, who howl at the moon together. Wild women are their own kind of magic.”
― Sydney J. Shields, The Honey Witch

“She thinks of the excuse of youth — the thing that makes it okay to be so lost — and how it is slipping through her fingers with every passing year.”
― Sydney J. Shields, The Honey Witch

“Is that not magical in itself? To have survived this long despite the world’s penchant for beautiful dead girls?”
― Sydney J. Shields, The Honey Witch

“Nina stared at the woman who had raised her and saw the truth at last.
Her mother was a lioness. A warrior. A woman who’d chosen a life of hell for herself because she wanted to give up and didn’t know how.
And with that small understanding came another, bigger one. Nina suddenly saw her own life in focus. All these years, she’d been traveling the world over, looking for her own truth in other woman’s lives.
But it was here all along, at home with the one woman she’s never even tried to understand. No wonder Nina had never felt finished, never wanted to publish her photographs of the woman. Her quest had always been leading up to this moment, this understanding. She’s been hiding behind the camera, looking through the glass, trying to find herself. But how could she? How could any woman know her own story until she knew her mother’s? ”
― Kristin Hannah, Winter Garden