“—Shush sweet baby, I said, so tired, and mixed her gripe water with whiskey and dill weed, but it did no good,… — Kate Manning Sweet baby Copy Share Image
“Because I couldn't trust anything, especially not myself. How could I be lying there next to him with these snakes of doubt… — Kate Manning Trust Copy Share Image
“Lust was a weed, a nightshade vine, a nettle, impossible to uproot as the mugwort I pulled in the fields of Illinois,… — Kate Manning Pretty words Copy Share Image
