“Apples Ma's apple blossoms have turned to hard green balls. To eat them now, so tart, would turn my mouth inside out, would make my stomach groan. But in just a couple months, after the baby is born, those apples… — Karen Hesse Copy Share Image
“A cry for help that only Ma and someone else’s apple pie—” because Christ knows Ma can’t bake “—can fix.” — Shelly Laurenston Copy Share Image
