If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.
Judith ViorstSun lighting a child's hair. A friend's embrace. Slow dancing in a safe and quiet place. The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Judith ViorstAdolescence involves our nutty-desperate-ecstatic-rash psychological efforts to come to terms with new bodies and outrageous urges.
Judith Viorst