In this collection, Amy Henry Robinson shares the beauty in the mundane, the sacred in the simple stuff, and welcomes in the existential bullshit. It acknowledges that getting knee-capped by chronic illness, and watching loved ones leave us, sucks, but also that squirrels still fuck about and birds still defy gravity. And watching them do those things, during a peachy-tinted sunset, fills our souls back up so we can tolerate the nonsense of life. Because - NOT EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE.
