Grief is like the wind. When it's blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard,… — Barbara Ascher Copy Share Image
Siblings may be ambivalent about their relationships in life, but in death the power of their bond strangles the surviving heart. Death reminds us… — Barbara Ascher Copy Share Image
A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net. — Barbara Ascher Copy Share Image
Discover that we are capable of solitary joy and having experienced it, know that we have touched the core of self. — Barbara Ascher Copy Share Image
From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away. — Barbara Ascher Copy Share Image
Grief is like the wind. When it's blowing hard, you adjust your sails and run before it. If it blows too hard, you stay… — Barbara Ascher Copy Share Image
