“I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and with out roots.” — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Children Copy Share Image
“We replanted. The loss was substantial, but it was overshadowed completely by losing you.” — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Chapter-6 Copy Share Image
“It was there, under the fear, under the avoidance: a love lit with awe, so bright it hurt to look.” — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Fear Copy Share Image
“For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceans burned.” — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Dreamed Copy Share Image
Hate can be passionate or disengaged; it can come from dislike but also from fear. — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Dislike Copy Share Image
“Meredith Combs, the social worker responsible for selecting the stream of adoptive families that gave me back, wanted to talk to me… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Chapter-1 Copy Share Image
“Now, as an adult, my hopes for the future were simple: I wanted to be alone, and to be surrounded by flowers.… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Adulthood Copy Share Image
“It wasn't as if the flowers themselves held within them the ability to bring an abstract definition into physical reality. Instead, it… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Change Copy Share Image
“Her eyes were open, taking in my tired face... Her face twitched into what looked like a squinty smile, and in her… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Childbirth Copy Share Image
“As she looked me up and down, I felt like a daughter returning from summer camp to a mother who had worried… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Chapter-6 Copy Share Image
“Bowing my head, I dipped my nose into the bouquet I'd assembled. There was flax, and forget-me-not, and hazel. There were white… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Bouquet Copy Share Image
If it was true that moss did not have roots, and maternal love could grow spontaneously, as if from nothing, perhaps I… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Believe Copy Share Image
“Their lives would not turn out as they dreamed. I understood this, even as mine had turned out far better than I… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Hope Copy Share Image
“Sitting under a tree, I studied my options. The fall flowers were in full bloom: verbena, goldenrod, chrysanthemum, and a late-blooming rose.… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Blooming Copy Share Image
“For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceans burned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Books Copy Share Image
“The rapid growth of Message- combined with an outpouring of florists offering consultations in the language of flowers to the streams of… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Bay area Copy Share Image
