“Once,” Balinda begins softly, “when I was in the emergency room with my mother they brought in a murderer who had been shot and was dying, right there in front of us. I watched as the nurse touched his face and reassured him and I could not believe they were being so nice to him.””What happened?” Jill asked.”My mother rose up, took my arm, gripped it as if she was a weight lifter and said, ‘he was a beautiful baby once and his mother loved him’.”
— Kris Radish
“I think sometimes I think too damn much. I worry about this and that and everything else and then I wake up and four more years have slipped right out the back door.”
— Kris Radish
“Family does not mean people with the same last name or the same DNA. It means people who care about you, who you trust, who you care about–people you can count on.”
— Kris Radish