“Like I’m listening to a garden seashell for the echo of her take-no-prisoners affection, I lay my head against Mom’s cold pillow.” — Rodney Ross Copy Share Image
“Will I ever be happy again?” “Do we even know we’re happy when we’re happy?” — Rodney Ross Copy Share Image
“Never make sport, no matter how lighthearted, of someone’s vocation.” — Rodney Ross Copy Share Image
“Were there Madison County bridges or were they all trysts in tool sheds?” — Rodney Ross Copy Share Image
“Just be careful of the what-ifs,” she warns. They’ll tumble in your head like laundry that won’t dry.” — Rodney Ross Copy Share Image
