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this is a cuban man drinking a cafecito in the likeness of a greek sculpture

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“It was funny, she thought, how many relationships one could have with the same man, over the course of a lifetime together.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“Once, while playing a game of Dictionary, Alice came across the word nonsecular, and this is the word that comes to mind when she thinks of the liminal space between life and death in which she encounters her son.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“she also believed that part of a mother’s duty was to be her daughter’s first, best critic; to fortify her during her childhood, so that in womanhood she could gracefully withstand any assault or insult launched in her direction. This was the method her own mother had used upon her. She hadn’t liked it at the time, but now she understood it.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“She read Walden out of sheer boredom and found herself annoyed by Thoreau: his self-regard, his tone of superiority, the way he doled out advice so obvious as to be insulting. Here was a rich person playing, thought Louise. There were poor people far more resourceful and self-sufficient than he was; they just had the grace and self-awareness not to brag about it.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“But at nearly thirteen, Tracy swings wildly between self-abasement and overconfidence. There is no middle ground.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“If she believed in God, it was in one who functioned something like Louise in this moment: rooting for her charges from afar, mourning alongside them when they were rejected, celebrating every small victory that came their way. She noticed the lonely ones, the ones at the edge of the crowd; she felt in her heart a sort of wild affection for them, wanted to go to them, to stand next to them and pull them tightly to her side; and yet she knew that to intervene in this way would disrupt something sacred that - at twelve and thirteen and fourteen years old - they were learning about themselves and the world. And this, too, was how she thought of God.” ― Liz Moore, El dios de los bosques

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“Later on, the ten seconds that pass between sight and inference will serve to her as evidence that time is a human construct, that it can slow or accelerate in the presence of emotion, of chemicals in the blood.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“Listen,” said Delphine. “The best part of being married to George Barlow for a decade was learning that it’s all right not to do everything that’s expected of you all of the time. This is a notion that has been positively liberating for me. The way we were raised—the way our parents raised us, I mean—it trained us to think it’s our job to be absolutely correct in everything that we do. But it isn’t, Bunny. Do you see? We can have our own thoughts, our own inner lives. We can do as we please, if we only learn not to care so much about what people think.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“This is one of the few sheer pleasures Louise knows in life: the near-otherworldly feeling of touching another human's body with your own body in a way that, for the first time, transcends mere friendliness. These are the times in her life that Louise has felt most acutely the animal nature of her humanity, and therefore they have been the most comforting. To be a human is complex, and often painful; to be an animal is comfortingly simple and good.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“Her voice, it seemed, had been continuously decrescendoing since birth, so that by age twelve, she could scarcely be heard.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“How many times in her life has she said yes to a boy or a man just because it was the easiest thing to do? How many times has she let a man take what he wanted, instead of taking something for herself?” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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“Panic,' said T.J. But no one raised a hand. She explained. It came from the Greek god Pan: the god of the woods. He liked to trick people, to confuse and disorient them until they lost their bearings, and their minds.” ― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods

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Portraits of artists inspired by their distinctive artistic styles

5x5in various mediums.

H R Giger

Pablo Picasso

Audrey Kawasaki

Tracy Emin

Vincent van Gogh

M C Escher

Salvador Dali

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I can’t really afford this (and I really don’t have any wall space to hang it), but I’m so tempted.

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the hills have eyes not the creepy kind

they watched a kid with dreams too big for the little town he called home

he'd sit on the highest peak and whisper his hopes nothing but stones echoing it all

the hills listened in their quiet way he hoped do you know the comfort of being heard?

seasons changed i grew my dreams took flight to cities far.

but the hills remained oh, where would they go? i'd speak too little of them.

But the day I returned my heart bruised my dreams heavy

i climbed the hill and sat once more I didn't speak. I just cried.

and the hills they watched with eyes that knew sometimes coming home is the bravest thing you can do

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Sometimes the smallest rituals feel like the biggest anchors. Heating the water, adding the cardamom, watching the milk swirl. It's a five-minute moment that feels entirely mine, entirely calm, in a day that otherwise doesn't.