“The drenched backyard full of runoff, and tiny, slimy, uncertain yard critters who had expected to remain buried in months of hard mud, peeking their heads out into the balmy New Year’s air, asking, Wait, what?” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Here we are closer to something I am trying to understand: that openness to fear. We are hearts and stingers. We ride the tide.… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“I want death to find me planting my cabbages, not concerned about it or—still less—my unfinished garden.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“I am reminded of an image...that living with a terminal disease is like walking on a tightrope over an insanely scary abyss. But that… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“The drenched backyard full of runoff, and tiny, slimy, uncertain yard critters who had expected to remain buried in months of hard mud, peeking… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I'm sad about everything; the way my grilled cheese sandwich tastes, how nice my socks feel, a song John is playing in the… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but… — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“My friends ask a new kind of question: How is today? I hope the pain is manageable today.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the most important thing is knowing when to quit. Sometimes being heroic is knowing when to say enough is enough.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
“For me, faith involves staring into the abyss, seeing that it is dark and full of the unknown—and being okay with that.” — Nina Riggs Copy Share Image
