“And, now once again, Margo is enveloped by yards and yards of silence.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“The cruelty of it. The desecration, Margo thought with disgust. Mangling a perfect body because of an imperfect mind.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“Once home where she could cry, no tears came. Only thoughts weighted with sorrow. Never to initiate life. Never to feel life moving inside… — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“Can a therapist make me not want to get pregnant? Can a therapist undo the trouble with my eggs, my hormones, and whatever else… — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“And, now once again, Margo is enveloped by yards and yards of silence.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“Something out of nothing, she thought. The perfect parallel to pregnancy.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“Pain was always cruel, but it was cruelest when it came to children. Sometimes she would see a child she recognized from a prior… — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“Each night they left the balcony door open so they could hear the surf lapping against the sand. And, once when the wind was… — Monica Starkman Copy Share
“The cruelty of it. The desecration, Margo thought with disgust. Mangling an imperfect body because of an imperfect mind.” — Monica Starkman Copy Share
