September 16, 2012

Sunday Quote

I was standing there looking up through tears.  I was standing by myself in the rubble of my life, at the bottom of every story I had ever needed to know.  I was gripping my ribs like a climber holding on to rock.  I was whispering the word over and over, and it was holding me up like a loved hand.

- Dorothy Allison, Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure.


Nan said...

What is the word?

Susan Moorhead said...

Mama, as in hers, herself, all mothers, love, kind of a big picture moment.