Growing up, I saw my mother cry exactly once. The morning of her brother's funeral. One long tear ran down her cheek through her make up until she caught it near her mouth and patted it dry with a tissue… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
“I shift my position on the sofa, so my head is on a big, lumpy pillow in Greenie's lap and Georgia is leanign back against my middle and Claire is just about asleep on the floor. Allison and I catch eyes, and she tilts her head and smiles, and when I smile back, we both well up with tears, I… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share
And it occurs to me that maybe the reason my mother was so exhausted all the time wasn’t because she was doing so much… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
The truth is, I'd like to be closer to my kids. I'd like to share more with them. But that's not what this time… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
“How seriously can I take myself? I'm just one of six billion people, right?” — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
“Minds don't rest; they reel and wander and fixate and roll back and reconsider because it's like this, having a mind. Hearts don't idle;… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
Shortly before I turned 37 and my older daughter turned 3, I was diagnosed with breast cancer: stage III of IV. — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
He defined me first, as parents do. Those early characterizations can become the shimmering self-image we embrace or the limited, stifling perception we rail… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
My readers often say to me, 'If we lived next door to each other, we'd be best friends.' That is precisely what I wanted… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
“I try to be one of the exceptional people who can live with the complexity of things, who are at peace with the unknown… — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
“Like the padre said, life is a mystery to be lived. Live your mystery.” — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
It's clear to you immediately that you can have anything you want when you have cancer. — Kelly Corrigan Copy Share Image
