“Grandma sees these things when she talks about them and gestures with her hands like she's painting brush strokes in the air. The way Grandma paints her dreams for me, there's a low sky.” — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
The bottle is where everything sad or mean or confusing can go. And the blues--it's like that bottle. But in the bottle there's a… — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
I don't know if it's better to have people laugh at what you are or just not understand. — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
If there’s no one else to tell another side - the only story that can be told is the story that becomes true. (p.… — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“Math can explain the reason there’s a one out of four chance that I’d have blue eyes. But it doesn’t explain why me. And… — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“Grandma sees these things when she talks about them and gestures with her hands like she's painting brush strokes in the air. The way… — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“Seeing Grandma this way, it makes me know for certain that everything about a person will show up in another person in the family.” — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“We live in the same house but we both feel lonely. We and lonely don’t belong in the same sentence.” — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“I think of how Grandma makes fun of love. And maybe that’s the key.” — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
I'm not the color of my skin. I'm a story. One with a past and a future unwritten. — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see edges and… — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
It's easy to smile just to make other people feel better. But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not… — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
“We lie to ourselves in many ways; we write down only what we want to understand and what we want to see.” — Heidi W. Durrow Copy Share Image
