I watch her as she leaves. Everything about her is fluid as a river. Her messy hair, her xylophone voice, the strokes of her paintbrush. Even her cam…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings.

- Lisa Ann Sandell

I've got this image in my head of how I want my life to look, and I have absolutely no idea how to get there. And I'm so scared that I'll make some w…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

What place does a woman have here, in the realm of men?

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids, Tirry w…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

- Lisa Ann Sandell

It should begin with friendship, I think. Suddenly I cannot look at him. It should begin with friendship and truly knowing who a person is, knowing h…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. But against the emerald carpet, the wa…

- Lisa Ann Sandell

Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate.

- Lisa Ann Sandell