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“There can be no fooling ourselves into thinking this is something other than what it is—the willful ejection of Molly from our nest. It’s too late for second thoughts, anyway. She has to be moved into her dorm in time for freshman orientation. It’s been marked on the kitchen calendar for weeks—the expiration date on her childhood.”

Quote by Susan Wiggs

Work

The Goodbye Quilt

This novel delves into the emotional journey of individuals coming to terms with their grief by crafting a quilt, intertwining personal stories and the passage of time. more

Author

Susan Wiggs
Susan Wiggs

Susan Wiggs is an American author born on May 17, 1958. Her works primarily focus on family, love, and community life, and she is beloved by readers for her warm emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. more

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