“I remember not belonging. I was always Summer’s older sister—the plain one with the red hair and a gap between her front teeth. The first boy I had a crush on said my teeth looked like piano keys. My smile… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Gabriel Edward Mackie, born with soulful maturity and an intrinsic sense of empathy, gazed at life through a poetic contemplative lens relishing the plangent sounds of the wind dancing through the trees during a thunderstorm, inhaling the nutty scent of roasted peanuts at the ballpark, and firmly believing that if he stretched his arms high enough, he could touch his… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share
“I remember not belonging. I was always Summer’s older sister—the plain one with the red hair and a gap between her front teeth. The… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Dreams that last hold secrets from the past. Out of reach. Impossible to breach. Fragile to clutch. Fleeting to touch. Like stars and snowflakes… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“I’m pretty sure she’s got an angel job now where she plucks a large handful of flowers and carries them up to God where… — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Sometimes it is not the people who change, it is just the mask that falls off.” — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow. Although she knew better than to trust the word, hope like habit was difficult to break.” — JoDee Neathery Copy Share Image
