“I wonder how they’ll do without me. They’ll do fine. Holes are made, holes are filled—they’re” — Debra Samson Copy Share Image
“Certain memories, certain thoughts,are holes...holes ripped in you, through which precious things escape and leave you wanting, needing, gaping open. Laughter and belonging and comfort gush out, leaving their tracks but not their substance. And you are left empty, a… — Danielle Younge-Ullman Copy Share Image
