“Mostly," she says, "I'm just really, really thirsty." The body and its petty demands! Grief is crashing over our heads like a tsunami, this miraculous soul is about to be homeless, but thirst is thirst. So I fill her night - this one, beautiful night, the only here and now we've ever got - with Sprite.” DyingGrief And Loss Book:We All Want Impossible Things Source: We All Want Impossible Things
“We're just ruined by sex, women---our bodies, our psyches. We're sexually assaulted every five minutes. We're infected with everything. Traumatized by conceiving, by not conceiving. But let's keep at it? Like, you've been in a maiming car accident and then you're supposed to want to get back in the car? I mean, what?” ChildrenSexFeminismSadPregnancyConceptionWomanhoodLoss Of A Child Book:Sandwich Source: Sandwich
“What does loss look like, in your body? Where is it? It feels like an air bubble stuck in your psyche. It feels like peering down into a deep hole. The vertigo of that. The potential for obliteration. It’s in your stomach. Your spleen. Or it’s just your heart losing its mind.” LossGriefPregnancy Loss Book:Sandwich Source: Sandwich
“Find me a mother whose heart is not carved into the likeness of her children.” LoveChildren Book:Wreck Source: Wreck