“Something in my mind, like an eye behind my eye, sees angel shapes in shadows of our lamp-lit street. As I feel for the pencil in my pocket, I know it’s the Dad part of me at last seeing glints… — Laurel Garver Copy Share Image
“Something in my mind, like an eye behind my eye, sees angel shapes in shadows of our lamp-lit street. As I feel for the… — Laurel Garver Copy Share Image
“Tears from the old me trickle into a clear cup of truth for the new.” — Laurel Garver Copy Share Image
“It’s like I woke up in another country and all the maps in my head have only made me more lost.” — Laurel Garver Copy Share Image
