“My arms squeeze her extra tight. She makes my loneliness feel a little less alone.” — Marcy McKay Copy Share Image
“Mama thinks cemeteries and libraries are different since one holds stiffers and the other holds books, but she’s wrong. They both carry stories, just… — Marcy McKay Copy Share Image
“Like a hurt that’ll never heal. I’m understanding that kind of pain more and more” — Marcy McKay Copy Share Image
“My arms squeeze her extra tight. She makes my loneliness feel a little less alone.” — Marcy McKay Copy Share Image
“I can’t stop crying. Tears of friendship. Tears of fun. Tears of a bazillion different “what ifs” and “might have beens,” they all splash… — Marcy McKay Copy Share Image
