“Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day, you turn around and it is gone.” — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.” — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone. And yet there was this place – this small special place inside of her – a place where quiet beauty was embraced, a place where memories became fantasies and where fantasies became memories. Like a pebble, Betty could lose herself within this place,… — Heather Babcock Copy Share
“Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day,… — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“My mother took one of the sunflowers from me and placed it over Pumpkin’s grave. She folded her hands over her stomach and leaned… — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“You don’t choose these people and in the not choosing you learn tolerance. You learn to forgive.” — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
