Jerrold Yam quotes:

... when your palm laced like water on a cheek of mine, a finger raidingeach contour by oath, we both knewthat in growing up, some signs had to besought behind closed doors, and upon discovery,remain beyond the doors we wrought as ransom.

Rest. Let the lettinggo. It is better to healthan not to have loved at all.

I am thinking of our family's womenas faraway bulbs, their historywith crippling loss, and how I am pieced together, shell and sand,from the spine of their collective strength.