“Sometimes I'm sad about everything; the way my grilled cheese sandwich tastes, how nice my socks feel, a song John is playing in the kitchen. One time he puts on this goofy Loudon Wainwright song that was on a mix… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Here we are closer to something I am trying to understand: that openness to fear. We are hearts and stingers. We ride the tide.… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“I want death to find me planting my cabbages, not concerned about it or—still less—my unfinished garden.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“I am reminded of an image...that living with a terminal disease is like walking on a tightrope over an insanely scary abyss. But that… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“The drenched backyard full of runoff, and tiny, slimy, uncertain yard critters who had expected to remain buried in months of hard mud, peeking… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I'm sad about everything; the way my grilled cheese sandwich tastes, how nice my socks feel, a song John is playing in the… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“My friends ask a new kind of question: How is today? I hope the pain is manageable today.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the most important thing is knowing when to quit. Sometimes being heroic is knowing when to say enough is enough.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“For me, faith involves staring into the abyss, seeing that it is dark and full of the unknown—and being okay with that.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
