“ I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment. It is the memory. ”
When there are many worldsyou can choose the oneyou walk into each day.
~ Jacqueline Woodson
But on paper, things can live forever. On paper, a butterfly never dies.
My mother has a gap betweenher two front teeth. So does Daddy Gunnar.Each child in this family has the same spaceconnecting us.
Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies? 'Sister Sonja often asked me, as though to understand the depth and breadth of human suffering would be enough to pull me outside of my own.
