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By Anonym 14 Sep

Ann Hood

love is reliable. infatuation is temporary.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Ann Hood

Maybe knitting is like writing a story-- an act of discovery. But that seems unlikely, given the very precise directions.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ann Hood

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter.' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream.'

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ann Hood

When I was seven years old, I fell in love with a series published by Bobbs-Merrill called 'The Childhood of Famous Americans.' In it, historical figures like Clara Barton, Nancy Hanks, Elias Howe, Patrick Henry, and dozens more came to life for me as children.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ann Hood

The only language she could speak was grief. How could he not know that? Instead, she said, "I love you." She did. She loved him. But even that didn't feel like anything anymore.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ann Hood

It mattered most to me then because of where I was in my life. So in a way, there isn't just one book that matters most, there might be several, or even a dozen.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

I learned to knit in 2002, six months after my 5-year-old daughter, Grace, died suddenly from a virulent form of strep. I was unable to read or write, and friends suggested I take up knitting; almost immediately I fell under its spell.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ann Hood

Could a writer understand how her book had saved someone long ago, when the world was a fragile, scary place and the people she loved weren't in it anymore? Could a writer understand that her book had mattered more than anything?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ann Hood

Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Ann Hood

When you read a book, and who you are when you read it, makes it matter or not.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Ann Hood

No mother should lose her child.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ann Hood

I was a daughterless mother. I had nowhere to put the things a mother places on her daughter. The nail polish I used to paint our toenails hardened. Our favorite videos gathered dust. Her small apron was in a box in the attic. Her shoes - the sparkly ones, the leopard rain boots, the ballet slippers - stood in a corner.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

In Orphan Train, Christina Baker Kline seamlessly knits together the past and present of two women, one young and one old. Kline reminds us that we never really lose anyone or anything or – perhaps most importantly – ourselves.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

I am the woman with the cool vintage glasses... I am the proud wife beside her husband... I am the writer who has written a new novel.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ann Hood

Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ann Hood

We were a family that made our Halloween costumes. Or, more accurately, my mother made them. She took no suggestions or advice. Halloween costumes were her territory. She was the brain behind my brothers winning girl costume, stuffing her own bra with newspapers for him to wear under a cashmere sweater and smearing red lipstick on his lips.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ann Hood

I was kind of an outsider growing up, and I preferred reading to being with other kids. When I was about seven, I started to write my own books. I never thought of myself as wanting to be a writer-I just was one.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

In my adult life, I had spent a lot of time angry at God, mostly over the sudden deaths in my family - my brother at 30, my daughter at 5.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ann Hood

My cousins and I used to play Beatle wives. We all wanted to be married to Paul, but John was O.K. too. None of us wanted Ringo. Or even worse, George.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

Don't waste your one beautiful life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ann Hood

Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Ann Hood

This was how to help a family who has just lost their child. Wash the clothes, make soup. Don't ask them what they need, bring them what they need. Keep them warm. Listen to them rant, and cry, and tell their story over and over.