“It was a gorgeous evening, with a breeze shimmering through the trees, people strolling hand in hand through the quaint streets and the plaza. The shops, bistros and restaurants were abuzz with patrons. She showed him where the farmer's market… — 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
