“I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.” ThinkingMindEyePastMotherGoneSpringCrossesEdgesLovelyFleetingLuminousCardinals Author:Meghan O'Rourke
“My third grade teacher called my mother and said, 'Ms. Cox, your son is going to end up in New Orleans in a dress if we don't get him into therapy.' And wouldn't you know, just last week I spoke at Tulane University, and I wore a lovely green and black dress.” IfsKnowsSaidEndsLastsMotherBlackTeacherWeekSonThirdsDressesGreenUniversityLovelyTherapyGradesSpokesNew OrleansYour SonThird Grade Author:Laverne Cox
“I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.” HeartHardMotherHairCostNormalMouthsLovelyBitterTallVeinsLawnsPuddles Book:We Were Liars Source: We Were Liars