“There is nothing better than this,” he said, and I worried he was right. I worried that once something had entered you, it would never leave—he would plant himself inside me and grow and grow until I was nothing but… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“Children's lives are always beginning and adults' lives are always ending. Or is it the opposite? Your childhood is always ending and your adult… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“There is nothing better than this,” he said, and I worried he was right. I worried that once something had entered you, it would… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“You know," my father said sprinkling nutmeg on his brandy Alexander, "if you sniff too much nutmeg, you could die." "You can die from… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“Cry your guts out because nothing is sadder than an adult who forgets how to be a child.” — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“When it was real it wasn’t funny. When you touched someone, they were always with you. When his mouth was on mine, we held… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“Even through all of this, sometimes I wanted to lift up her chin and say, "Don't you see that is your dog?" Don't you… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“Being an adult, it seemed, was horrible. But being a child was awful too, and moving from one state to the other only meant… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“And then once in the music storage room. It was cold. The room was small with thin gray carpet and I cried after in… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“The neighborhood had gotten really into pastel the last few years. It started when Alfred's wife painted their whole house a soft pink during… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
