“Or, for one of our mothers, the secret to a good marriage, she said, was sex.” — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“Before we got married we asked our grandfathers, whose own marriages had lasted forty years or more, "What is the secret to a happy marriage? And they paused, looked down at their chicken salad, and said, 'You really have to… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“We were a group of people connecting both honestly and dishonestly, appearing composed at dusk and bedraggled at day break, committed, whether we wanted… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“A few of us had the curse of truthfulness, which gave us little power. N” — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“Or, for one of our mothers, the secret to a good marriage, she said, was sex.” — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“Before we got married we asked our grandfathers, whose own marriages had lasted forty years or more, "What is the secret to a happy… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“We felt that we were a portrait on the wall, more invisible the longer it had been in its location” — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“We wanted more help or different help and we were told if we wanted more assistance we would need to have another baby.” — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“On the highest slopes, the small leaves of the aspens quaked. And we listened to them-they were such exposed things holding on and making… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“The mountains still smelled to us like lavender and lemon verbena, and we hiked the Valle Grande, a mountain meadow the size of Manhattan… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“Mornings we woke and hoped something would arrive for us, but rarely did anything arrive. Because we felt powerless, we went to war over… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“Our Bobbies pretended to change flat tires, our Cheryls were the best skiers, our Michaels threw rocks at the garbage men. They played Ring… — Tarashea Nesbit Copy Share Image
“We felt in control of ourselves, we felt hopeful that we had made the right choice, we felt weary, we felt all of thee… — TaraShea Nesbit Copy Share Image
