“When the plane took off with me in it, I felt strangely light—as if the strings mooring me to the life I’d made had stretched too far, and had finally broken. *” — Melodie Winawer Copy Share Image
“When the plane took off with me in it, I felt strangely light—as if the strings mooring me to the life I’d made had… — Melodie Winawer Copy Share Image
“Memory is like a cat. It comes and wraps itself around you when you least desire it, and the moment you seek it out,… — Melodie Winawer Copy Share Image
