in her mind a family was a sprawling thing, an orchard full of roots and branches.
Aida Rodriguezhas quoted15 hours ago
Free—a small word for such a magnificent thing.
Aida Rodriguezhas quoted24 days ago
Sometimes, right after she wakes, there is a kind of filament, like spider silk, clinging to her skin. That strange sense of something just out of reach, an image bobbing on the surface before rippling away. But then it’s gone.
Aida Rodriguezhas quoted24 days ago
She, who wanted to scream, not in pain but sheer exasperated fury that there was so much noise inside her, and she could not let it out.
Aida Rodriguezhas quoted24 days ago
“In my dreams, I am always losing you. In my waking, you are already lost.”
Aida Rodriguezhas quoted24 days ago
Her mother, who has always been a mystery, an empty space, an outline, the edges just firm enough to mark the absence