“I grew older and heavier then, my mother’s love bigger than my small body could hold. Her love would hang on to my ankles and wrists on every journey I would ever have to take, even if she was the one who sent me on it. My mother’s heart beat, oblivious to the upended universe around it. Everything goes on, it said. That is the best we can hope for.”
—- From No One Here Except All of Us, Ramona Ausubel
I’m intrigued by how Ausubel captures the effect of one’s love on the person they love. We carry the love on us, on the sides of our bodies, in our bags, on the bus
Lights in the Hand 