Norah looked at her son’s 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 – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.
Kim EdwardsHe'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.
Kim EdwardsYour understanding of a place changes the longer you stay; you discover more, and your own life gets woven into the fabric of the community.
Kim Edwards