“..like a cloud that floated through my mother’s life, dimming her brightness, sometimes making it difficult to see her clearly” (63).
“I felt safe to wander out beyond where I had been before. If my mother was my backup generator, then Steve was my flashlight, illuminating what was right in front of me” (87).
Her prose takes your breath away.
— Nov 28, 2025 08:09AM
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