Ariel Lawhon

A woman remembers what the world would have her forget.

Justice is a river that carves its own path, no matter how frozen the surface.

We are all stitched together by the choices we make in the dark.

To live in Maine is to know the language of snow and silence.

I have learned that the strongest hearts are forged in winter.

Some debts are paid with silence, others with blood.

The truth does not fear the cold.

A midwife walks the line between life and death with every birth.

Rumors are like frost—they settle everywhere, whether you invite them or not.

There are truths that weigh more than a body in the river.

A mother’s worry is never fully thawed.

In the face of accusation, a woman must learn to stand taller than the snowdrifts.