“Let’s go to town,” Jo said. “Take me to eat dinner at the hotel.” I sucked in a breath and stared at her for a minute. Here she sat, her hair still wet although neatly braided, wearing an old Kiss sweatshirt, the one with the red mouth and tongue, red sweatpants, and ridiculous red pumps with black scuffs on the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share
“My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I worried I would miss it, and I knew, from losing Wyatt, that things happen the moment the soul is released. Wyatt… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Jo told me once that she was an old woman everywhere but in her studio. “There I’m only myself,” she’d said. Standing… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
