“She had to think about the future, her mother said. Marriage. She was sixteen now. It was time. The word made her sick to her stomach. She watched the other girls her age, braiding flowers into their hair, pinching their… — Kimberly Cutter Copy Share Image
“She had to think about the future, her mother said. Marriage. She was sixteen now. It was time. The word made her sick to… — Kimberly Cutter Copy Share Image
“Most of [her ashes] fell into the river in a long gray curtain. But some was caught by the wind and blown upward toward… — Kimberly Cutter Copy Share Image
“She stood in the high pines along the eastern edge of the camp that ran downhill toward the river. She had a place there.… — Kimberly Cutter Copy Share Image
“...because who in the throes of love can ever remember the gray, lonesome days, and who among us does not hope with all their… — Kimberly Cutter Copy Share Image