8 year old me is crying for a hug
‘The Year the Maps Changed’
Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, whose father was a Palestinian refugee. From her 2019 book; ‘The Tiny Journalist’
There are many Beth’s in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully, that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.
'Little Women' Louisa May Alcott
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
The armies of the ambitious. For them, the future was like a giant oxygen mask, as if there was nothing to breathe in the present. When the present was all there was ever going to be.
'Paint it Black' by Janet Fitch
Book launch in the time of COVID! Wasn’t exactly what I’d planned, but it was still joyous and exciting!
We’re not the Faster-than-the-Speed-of-Light Generation anymore. We’re not even the Next-New-Thing Generation. We’re the Soon-to-Be-Obsolete Kids, and we’ve crowded in here to hide from the future and the past. We know what’s up – the future looms straight ahead like a black wrought-iron gate and the past is charging after us like a badass Doberman, only this one doesn’t have any letup in him.
'The Spectacular Now' by Tim Tharp
"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
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