She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what lightning is made of, for everything comes back to the weather. Tears like rain. Smiles like the sun. Hair as dry as sand and fear like the dark ocean.
Sara SheridanIf we don't value the people who inspire us (and money is one mark of that) then what kind of culture are we building?
Sara SheridanA book is a story, even if it's non-fiction, and once I've read it, I have the story with me inside my head always.
Sara Sheridan