The princess laughed and clapped her hands in delight. “A story!” she exclaimed. “And an adventure story at that! What a fine gift.” (from Clever Jack Takes The Cake by Candace Fleming)
Big talk July 30, 2012
But Lucky couldn’t handle the small talk when what she needed was big talk. She needed to say important things but couldn’t, so she made her way through the crowd to the door. (from Lucky For Good by Susan Patron)
Farewell July 17, 2012
But, reader, there is no comfort in the word “farewell,” even if you say it in French. “Farewell” is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. (from The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo)
Tired of tragedey July 14, 2012
But I was tired of tragedy. I wasn’t designed for all this loss and sacrifice and horrible sadness. (from The Serpents Shadow by Rick Riordan).
Broken July 12, 2012
All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken. (from The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo)
Two months ago I had a baby girl and on the same day a friend of mine had a baby boy. June and Ezra–we called them birthday buddies. It was so much fun to compare notes on everything, to be next door hospital room neighbors, to see so many similarities between our sweet babies. On Tuesday afternoon, Ezra passed away suddenly. I can’t really write about it but I can’t really think about anything else. It’s like lightening striking the house next door–so close to home I can feel the heat and the shock and smell the burning wood. Yesterday I went to see my friend, Ezra’s mommy, and I saw a home full of broken hearts. If you pray, reader, will you pray for them?
Digging July 10, 2012
Digging holes is fantastic! It makes you forget your troubles. (from Alvin-Ho: Allergic To Camping, Hiking, And Other Natural Disasters by Lenore Look)
Free Advice July 8, 2012
Here’s some free advice: Don’t walk toward Chaos. (fromThe Serpent’s Shadow by Rick Riordan)
I’m moving to Georgia in a couple of weeks, and I have to tell you that I feel like I’m walking toward chaos. In fact, I feel like I’m running pell mell toward chaos as I deal with details for the sale of my place here and the purchase of my new place in Atlanta, pack up all of my things and make decisions about what to keep and what to get rid of, play mental tetris with the space in my car trying to figure out what I can keep with me, and begin the slow process of saying goodbye to this place that has been my home for the past two years and the people who have made my life here absolutely wonderful. These days I’m feeling pretty bummed about having to leave Boston, but I’m also looking forward to the relative calm of settling in and setting up house and establishing the rhythms of a new normal.