Was it hard? I ask. 'Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.' — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“One outer paddles around on his back, spinning a blue ball on his tummy. I could watch them for hours. Because they get it.… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU When I hold a rose, I see the soft, velvety petals and smile, because tucked between those precious… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“His, ours, theirs-- blame needs a place. His, ours, theirs-- pain all over the place. His, ours, theirs-- forgiveness missing from this place.” — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“I peel hiss tense fingers on his right hand away from the steering wheel, one two three four five. With each finger, the scowl… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He's holding the pole, and I'm the fish on the line. Just how far will he… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“What I believe is that life is music and fabulous foliage, but it's also cancer and wars. That's just how it is. Maybe God… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“It brings me back to the moment, and I want to live the moment with everything I’ve got.” — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
“Funny how time goes on, things change, and yet, some things stay exactly the same.” — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
