This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“In Bobby Ogle's version of heaven everyone would wind up in one place, criminals and Muslims included.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Lusa turned to Crys, her eyes shining. "That was a luna." Crys shrugged. "So?" "So? So what? You want it should sing, too?” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Respecting the dignity of a spectacular food means enjoying it at its best. Europeans celebrate the short season of abundant asparagus as a form… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Somehow it had come to pass that this man was her whole world, and she had failed to take his measure.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
After 'The Poisonwood Bible' was published, several people believed that my parents were missionaries, which could not be further from the truth. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
