how immature of me

Yup, I couldn’t help it. When you leave cotton on the plant & in the rain, the cotton looks like Santa beards.

wounding with words

grrrr…I mean really, couldn’t they have carved their initials into a park bench or something?

stitched & sewn together by we

what these children accomplished was art. The words accomplished wonder in this reader. I’m in the belief that hope is for children. That is why I try to be around the hopeful- to believe in the world they dream of. A simple world where common sense rules & fear crawls back under the rocks &…