Nothing erodes [a mother’s love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.
BETH KEPHARTNothing erodes [a mother’s love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.
BETH KEPHARTImagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.
BETH KEPHARTHow do you know when an apology is true-when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?
BETH KEPHARTNature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.
BETH KEPHARTStep out from behind the words. When you’re a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they’re not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.
BETH KEPHARTWords are the weights which hold our history in place.
BETH KEPHARTForgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.
BETH KEPHARTYou know how a river goes on and on? That’s my love for you.
BETH KEPHARTWe grow too old to lose old friends.
BETH KEPHARTHave you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.
BETH KEPHARTIn high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.
BETH KEPHARTI believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.
BETH KEPHART