“Servers moved among the guests with trays of hors d'oeuvres and the signature cocktail, champagne with a honey infused liqueur and a delicate spiral twist of lemon. The banquet was bursting with color and flavor- flower-sprinkled salads, savory chili roasted… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“I like the organza tiebacks. They're pretty and ethereal." "Lovely. I think those are the ones." "Me, too. And hey, can we invent a signature cocktail for the wedding, using honey?" "I'm working on one made with honey syrup, apple… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“Here, he felt like a stranger in a strange- and extremely seductive- land. In contrast to the places of his past, Bella Vista seemed… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“Again, he had the urge to touch her. She was just... delicious to him. He couldn't understand it. He'd never felt so drawn to… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“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… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~” — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“The time for falling in love was when you were emotionally available and free of cares, when it didn’t matter what time you came… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“In this life, I had all I ever wanted. Losing Erik was a sadness that knit itself into my soul, but that sadness was… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“I’m fat, okay? Getting rid of my braces and glasses is not going to change that.” “Stop it,” Camille said. God, why were teenagers… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“There is more real wealth in a pound of honey, or a load of manure for that matter, than all the currency in the… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“loved coming here. It always felt so…safe. I was allowed to read any book I wanted. No one interrupted me, or if they did,… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
Scary thought - what if I get to know myself and I'm someone I don't want to be? — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time. —John Berger, English art critic” — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
