“I felt myself increasingly unmoored from real life. it was as if the children were ropes tying me to the World. Without them, I blew this way and that like a discarded paper bag. I felt at any moment I… — Tamar Cohen Copy Share Image
In the end, they traded their tired wings for the resignation that living brings. And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge, and in the moment they were swept before the deluge. — Jackson Browne Copy Share Image
