3 Quotes by Shira Glassman

She imagined a beautiful sea of mango-colored robes, dyed with tumeric, cloaking delicate, graceful movements and crowned with smiling faces.

She wanted to hear more of Soledad geeking out, preferably while sticky and naked and trying to decide on pizza toppings.

Clara didn’t know what to say, but she also knew not every silence had to be filled. Sometimes the white spots, those left undyed and natural, were integral to the beauty of a colorway.