Her Life

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

— Kim Edwards in The Memory Keeper’s Daughter

I walk with my dreams…

I walk with my dreams shoved deep in my pocket, unsure of where to put them, what to do with them. I don’t want to take them out in fear the wind might blow them away. I don’t want to put them in a safe place in case I forget where the safe place is. So I keep them shoved deep in my pocket and occasionally put my hand in to make sure they’re still there. I smile. I still have them with me.