Babies make you do things for them. They get you up and they get you moving. Ann Hood More Quotes by Ann Hood More Quotes From 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. Ann Hood making-love grief laughing I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words. Ann Hood kissing strong meaningful love is reliable. infatuation is temporary. Ann Hood infatuation temporary love-is Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end. Ann Hood smooth plot grief 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. Ann Hood daughter mother rain 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. Ann Hood growing-up reading book No one can write like Cheryl Strayed. Ann Hood writing 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. Ann Hood girl brother mother A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood. Ann Hood lenses childhood sibling 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. Ann Hood language grief love-you 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. Ann Hood vintage glasses husband 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. Ann Hood childhood children years 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. Ann Hood cousin wife play 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. Ann Hood together two past Time doesn't heal, I had learned, it just keeps moving. And it takes us with it. Ann Hood keep-moving heal moving 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.' Ann Hood daughter mother children No mother should lose her child. Ann Hood should mother children Even now, there are still days so beautiful, I almost believe in God. Ann Hood atheism beautiful believe 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. Ann Hood daughter mother writing Don't waste your one beautiful life. Ann Hood beautiful-life waste beautiful
