" My mother reminds me of her painting palette. Her vibrant moods are swirls of color. She is witty, kooky orange one minute and reckless, sexy red the next. She is shades of sunshine and sunflower petals, and she is a circle of black, burrowing in a deep hole of depression and sadness. My mom is sincerely flawed and beautiful, making it hard not to fall in love with her. "

― Susie Newman , Eating Yellow Paint