“His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“My tears are like a whole pack of dogs on leashes; no matter how I try to tug them back, they just… — 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,… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
