“His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and catching one of the white shimmers of blistering afternoon sunlight bouncing across the water.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“I feel as exposed as a sweatshirt worn wrong-side-out, or like pocket linings dangling outside of a pair of jeans. My heart, my hope, hang in the afternoon sun.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“The heart is a compass, steers us back to the thing we loved the most.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Just touching her makes me want to immerse myself, put my head completely under the surface of her. I want to drift, to let… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“He's standing in a cluster of black T-shirts - together, they look like the wilted petals on a single dead flower.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Sanity is a sonnet with a strict meter and rhyme scheme-and my mind is free verse.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“...Early summer fireflies are beginning to dance above the spindly green stalks of weeds like lonesome boys looking for something beautiful and shiny to… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“When I got close to him, he smelled clean and steamy, like a late June-rain. And I was reduced to a ridiculous, blubbering pile… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and catching one… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“A camera winks at me from high in the bleachers like we're sharing a secret. Fans in the home section of the Fair Grove… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“They say it's the woman's prerogative to change her mind. But that's wrong. Guys are the one who get to say, "You know what?… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“There's a book of poetry in the lines of my hands that no one wants to read” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“The heart is a compass. It points you to the thing you love the most.” — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“For the first time in what seems like eons, my body doesn't feel so clenched, so hot. And suddenly, I realize that the dot… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Occasionally, family members may reach a point in which they cannot tolerate the odd behavior of the schizophrenic any longer. Often, this leads them… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“Let’s run, she wanted to beg him. Let’s run, let’s run . . . But then again, she knew what happened to a person… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
