September 2010
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Making a Fist | Naomi Shihab Nye
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she...
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On unfollowing--
how do you feel when someone unfollows you? it gets me down when it happens to me.
It’s inevitable and it happens to everyone. Celebrities lose followers just as often as they gain them. (Even Jesus lost followers— haha! Far stretch but you get the point.) You don’t become less interesting just because someone decides to unfollow your blog. Firstly, you don’t own your...
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Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...”
– Maurice Sendak
“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be...”
– Jeanette Winterson
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The Rider | Naomi Shihab Nye
A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard for trying to be a champion. What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never...
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