She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say. — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows. — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“Bloody rain” says Mr Chivers Bouncing a basketball On the one dry patch of court bloody rain” he nods to our Sports class And… — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“I'm thinking about babies. Emma's baby. Jack and my baby. Growing in my mind, if not in my womb.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
“So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.” — Steven Herrick Copy Share Image
