Quotes by Kristin Bartley Lenz, The Art of Holding On and Letting Go

“But in this crowd, my blond ponytail stood out like a crescent moon in a midnight sky.”

“Mmm, freshly baked cookies. Even better, the rich, buttery scent had conquered the usual mothball odor.”

“Even here in Michigan my mom had found a way to climb before she even knew it was a sport. Before she'd ever seen a mountain.”