“I stared down at her, my gaze riveted. I couldn’t help myself. Silently I pressed her image into my mind, taking in every characteristic of my newfound hero. Her gnarled fingers like claws pressed the ground. Her white hair lifted in feathery wisps above tired and watery seafoam-green eyes. Her face reminded me of dried cracked earth, her story written in the deep wrinkled lines on her brown, suntanned skin. I had never seen anyone look frailer yet more fierce.” StrengthOld AgeWomen S Strength Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“That’s when my search for happiness began, during stage-four cancer. I spent all my time looking for light in the darkness, hunting for a silver lining. I captured painful moments, trying to discover anything good going on. Where was the grace in dying? I wanted some sort of proof that peace lives in pain. I think I was looking for God. Sometimes I found him. Now it’s become an obsession. I look for God all the time, in every dark and dingy corner of my world, in every sad moment of my life. When I find him or her I take a pic and write a poem.” InspirationStrength Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“We walk through things we could not fathom, conjure up strength from thin air and trek through the impossible. Somehow we are our strongest when we are at our weakest. There is a level of trouble where you have no control. Life forces you to submit to woe. You must surrender any power you think you have and live on faith. When life breaks you and sends you down on bended knee, you realize your strength. Surprisingly it is in our loss of power where resilience lives. We are tough when we realize we are fragile.” InspirationalStrengthStrength Of Characterh Author:Susie Newman
“I miss our bedroom talks. I miss the nights when we'd stay awake for hours being silly. I miss Sunday mornings when I crawled into her bed, the two of us side by side, whispering dreams and secrets, our bare mosquito-bitten legs tangled in bedsheets, knobby knees pressed together as we curled around each other in laughter.” ChildhoodSistersSister LoveSibling Bond Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“We all have an ember of madness that lives inside us. Given sufficient oxygen, it becomes a torch. Carrying a torch is dangerous, but it can save you in your darkest hour. My life has taught me that people break, become unhinged, fall completely apart, and then recover. After all, without mud, there would be no lotus flower.” OvercomingMadnessHardships Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“It’s small wonders that call a lost person home.” Home Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“For me, time is much more fluid, both a rushing river and a stagnant pond. It seems like forever since Mimi died, and I’ve been stuck, floating in a lake of grief, yet she was here yesterday, just beyond the bend in the stream.” TimeGrieving Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“The only bad thing about living a long life is all the people you lose along that journey.” LossGrief Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“life is like the weather, unpredictable, with chances of rain, and sunny days interrupted by thunderstorms and blizzards. But even with the uncontrollable weather, a person has choices. You can grab an umbrella, wear thick socks and snow boots, put on a hat or jacket, or lather up with sunscreen. Now some people don’t consider their choices and make bad ones. Those people will stand outside in a snowstorm without a coat and blame their being cold on the weather.” Life LessonsChoices Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“The good mom of a bad child is like a musician without an instrument. My Mimi was like a pianist, up nights, mindlessly tapping her fingers on an invisible keyboard, desperately trying to save a lost melody.” Mothers Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint
“Perhaps, because children are sensitive souls, unarmed and vulnerable, easily tenderized by pounding days, they feel everything more deeply.” Childhood Book:Eating Yellow Paint Source: Eating Yellow Paint