This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.
Kim EdwardsThen she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.
Kim EdwardsNorah looked at her sonโs tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people โ where? she could not remember this either โ who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.
Kim EdwardsThat there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.
Kim Edwards