Ours was a storytelling family even in pleasing times, and in those days my parents looked on words as our sustenance, rich in their flavor and wholesome for the soul. — Natalie Kusz Copy Share Image
When one cannot be sure that there are many days left, each single day becomes as important as a year, and one does not waste an hour in wishing that that hour were longer, but simply fills it, like a smaller cup, as high as it will go without spilling over. — Natalie Kusz Copy Share
Ours was a storytelling family even in pleasing times, and in those days my parents looked on words as our sustenance, rich in their… — Natalie Kusz Copy Share Image
Like children in a schoolyard, they want to know what was my accident, how much did it hurt, and what did I look like… — Natalie Kusz Copy Share Image
the casualties among us include not just those who are dying, or bleeding, or recovering from injury, but also the caretakers around the edges… — Natalie Kusz Copy Share Image
