Ariel Lawhon

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.
—RUDYARD KIPLING, THE COLLECTED WORKS

Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.

—SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

Sometimes rage is hot and explosive. But other times it is cool and sharp and vicious

She is a small woman, grown weak with age, but her anger pushes her forward, one indignant step at a time.

Baby lays his head on the hard knob of Anna’s knee. This is a thing he has done since he was a puppy. Whenever he finds her sitting for more than ten seconds at a time, he plops down on his haunches, drops his chin to her knee, and sighs like an arthritic old man.

Beauty is power and power is all she knows.

And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail, That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
—RUDYARD KIPLING, “THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES”

A woman is never more vulnerable than while in labor. Nor is she ever stronger.

Memory is a wicked thing that warps and twists. But paper and ink receive the truth without emotion, and they read it back without partiality.

This is what it means to age, I think. The days are long, but the years are short.