Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times of my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good things will give you strength to endure, she says.… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
What a pure blessing it was to have a bath in a tub alone in a room where all you had to do was… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
“Goats are naught but bones and bleating, and their hair was not warm nor their bodies soft. Of course, there was the smell, too,… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
“Our children weigh hard on my heart, and thinking about them growing up honest and healthy, or just living to grow up at all,… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
I have a deep-down belief that there are folks in the world who are good through and through, and others who came in mean… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
“My life is a tree and I can stay in one place and spread out in all directions, and I can do more learning shading this brood of mine than if I was all alone. I declare, it is like some other part of me made up some rules about happiness and I just went along with them without thinking.… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share
Children are a burden to a mother, but not the way a heavy box is to a mule. Our children weight hard on my heart, and thinking about them growing up honest and healthy, or just living to grow up at all, makes a load in my chest that is bigger than the safe at the bank,and more valuable to… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share
“I rode toward Rudolfo Maldonado's house, planning to murder him before he got his morning shave.” — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
“I have been sad almost a whole year, thinking that taking that test was somehow the end of my learning and that not having that as a possibility in my future left a big empty spot in my life that the children and the ranch didn't fill. But my life is not like that, it is a tree, and I… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share
“Low down dirty ornery rotten skunk of a cussed mule-headed soldier! What's he want with my book anyway? And what kind of a way… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
How fragile our lives are anyway. How quickly things can change forever. — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
“It is an awful thing to look on such sad circumstance and not be able to shed a tear. It is not because I do not feel for these folks, but maybe I feel too much. Part of me is glad, in a low down, mean way, that it is not Albert's or Mama's graves we are digging. Glad that… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share
I dream of land, cut only where streams glistened with birdsong wander through quiet hills burnt hard by the scrape of wind, and of… — Nancy E. Turner Copy Share Image
