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" The water changes by the second, yet it remains the same river. Like a woman. She bears a constant identity throughout her life, yet her very nature, her function, is one of change. She’s a toddler before she becomes a young girl, then a teen, like my Eden here. She’s sister, aunt, and friend. She matures into a siren to attract a mate. She becomes mother, menopausal broad, divorcée, widow, a senior, the crone. But always, inside, she’s the same girl carried along the river of life. "
― Loreth Anne White , The Girl in the Moss (Angie Pallorino, #3)