No old lady would be that conniving if she didn’t have a little spunk left in her.

I remind myself that too much self-reflection can make even a toadstool fall into a deep slumber.

She missed most of all the feeling of having a mother.

No old lady would be that conniving if she didn't have a little spunk left in her.

It was enough to remember the honeyed feeling of summer.

...the longer she had lived away, the more she realized that nowhere became home… though everywhere had.

sometimes stories and books are all that we need to take us away