Grandma sees these things when she talks about them and gestures with her hands like she’s painting brush strokes in the air. The way Grandma paints her dreams for me, there’s a low sky.

I think what a family is shouldn’t be so hard to see. It should be the one thing people know just by looking at you.

A woman made of parts is a dangerous thing. You never know when she’ll throw away a piece you may need.

It’s easy to smile just to make other people feel better. But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see the edges...