Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
In writing, I want to be remembered for telling good stories in beautiful and powerful language, using the poetry of words to reflect the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Distance in a straight line has no mystery. The mystery is in the sphere. —Thomas Mann, Joseph and His Brothers” — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired,… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence. — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
“Anything can happen. But what goes wrong isn’t your fault. You can’t spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
