There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal. — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“They basked in the sweet-scented breeze, and felt the sunshine warming their bare heads. Petals drifted from the gnarled apple and cherry trees, creating a pretty storm, like confetti. They lay together in the grass, watching a beetle trundling through the blades, its clumsy movements reminiscent of the soldiers' giant transport trucks. Birdsong filled the air, horse buses clopped through… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-warmed sweet haze of the blossoms filled the air. "When I was a kid," said Isabel, "I used to capture butterflies, but I was afraid of the bees. I'm getting over… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“Here, he felt like a stranger in a strange- and extremely seductive- land. In contrast to the places of his past, Bella Vista seemed weighted by a sense of permanence- the old country house with its courtyard and patios, the rustic stone barn and machine shop, outbuildings and weathered work sheds, the acres of age-gnarled apple trees, now covered in… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
Teachers are by nature idealists, and they believe anything can be learned. — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“Again, he had the urge to touch her. She was just... delicious to him. He couldn't understand it. He'd never felt so drawn to a woman- her scent, her soft curves, the curls of hair framing her face, the fullness of her lips. It was something more than attraction. She moved him- the way she cared so much about her… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“There can be no fooling ourselves into thinking this is something other than what it is—the willful ejection of Molly from our nest. It’s… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“She caught herself working so hard at mothering that she forgot to enjoy her children. -from ~Homecoming Season~” — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“The time for falling in love was when you were emotionally available and free of cares, when it didn’t matter what time you came home or how late you were getting up the next day. When you had hours and hours to spend gazing into each other’s eyes and even longer hours making love, uninterrupted. If you wait for the… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share
“In this life, I had all I ever wanted. Losing Erik was a sadness that knit itself into my soul, but that sadness was… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“I’m fat, okay? Getting rid of my braces and glasses is not going to change that.” “Stop it,” Camille said. God, why were teenagers… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
“There is more real wealth in a pound of honey, or a load of manure for that matter, than all the currency in the… — Susan Wiggs Copy Share Image
