Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.
Debra GinsbergTag: parents children motherhood parenting parenthood mothers autism
There is something about the aroma of fresh books that's totally intoxicating. A new book has a certain clean, crisp smell full of promise that is difficult to define. Sort of like the scent and feeling of just-washed bed linens at the moment you slide your legs between them.
Debra GinsbergReading was only part of the thrill that a book represented. I got a dizzy pleasure from the weight and feel of a new book in my hand, a sensual delight from the smell and crispness of the pages. I loved the smoothness and bright colors of their jackets. For me, a stacked, unread pyramid of books was one of the sexiest architectural designs there was, because what I loved most about books was their promise, the anticipation of what lay between the covers, waiting to be found.
Debra GinsbergIt would almost be easier to have woken up and found that everything about her life was a lie, instead of just this one awful truth.
Debra GinsbergOne never really knew what went on inside the hearts of other people, even those hearts you thought you knew as well as your own.
Debra GinsbergBut Allison always finished what she started. It was both a saving grace and a tragic flaw.
Debra GinsbergHey, stronzo, che cazzo fai?" Mario demands.
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